After we were done grabbing the stuff he needed, we got back to my house, Mark looked at us with a smirk as if he knew what we have done there, and he...wasnt wrong, but he let it go, we left the bag with Akys stuff on my room and we went to have lunch. We played and swam all the afternoon only stopping to take a bath and having a snack, finally, at night, we had dinner and the real game was on. Alright! Im tired of waiting! What is it Alex!? I gotta know!! Mark screamed.. In return, he had given my vulva some much less amateurish attention with his mouth and fingers which had finally brought me the shattering orgasm my inexperienced body couldn’t quite achieve though my nearly-virgin vagina. Part way through our second time, he pulled out, turned me onto my front and entered me again from behind, his hips slapping hard against my chubby buttocks as his cock plunged deeper into my body than I had imagined possible. The shock of this rear entry, the excitement of. I was very worried for my daughter and then I made a decision to shift to maternal hometown Varanasi from Mumbai. Sonia was against my decision but after all, she is my daughter, she agreed for it. My parents were no more. I was single child of my parents and we had a big haveli in Varanasi. We both moved there. I wanted Sonia should complete her 12th so I got her admitted in 12th standard open Board. Frankly speaking, I did not want Sonia to go school or tuition as she is quite a modern girl. And she was carrying their baby. Their family. Their future. Their dreams. Their hopes.He fell into a sort of day dream, thinking about him being there for the birth of their first child. Him holding their child in his arms. Being together, holding the baby. Raising the baby. Giving presents to the baby. Being there for the baby’s first word. The first time they walked. When they went off to school. Together, raising this part of them, this collaboration. Being proud of this child together..