I was slowly fisting my cock,.Then I heard a footstep approaching the room. Before I could grab my dhoti or kurta, someone opened the door.“I am sor...y, Ashok, I wanted to come earlier, but everyone downstairs held me and started talking to me.” A voice said.It didn’t take me long to recognise the voice. She was my eldest bahu, Sneha. I froze on the mattress with my semi-hard cock in my hand. Sneha then closed the door and came near me. I couldn’t see her because the room was completely. Feeling his bladder full, he went into his parent's private bathroom and got a new experience by peeing sitting down. He wiped himself on autopilot and ran his hands down his mother's legs; they needed to be shaved. Seeing a hair removal mitten on the counter, he put it on and ran it along his mother's legs. The massaging effect was wonderful as it removed the hair with no stubbles, nicks or any of the terror found with wax and chemicals. Going down to the kitchen, Paul found his sisters. Yikes!One I missed from last time: panties for me is American terminology. Iwas basically born American, but in the wrong country. Don't know ifyou've heard the joke I make about myself..........Wrong country, wrongbody..........Yeah, that's funny.Okay. I was going to make some notes to type up tomorrow but I might bebusy, so instead I'll dive in, so here's today's entry.Kirsten------------------------------------------------------------------------Monday 5th MarchToday felt terrible. My. But..."Christine searched her memory and at last, remembered how, when she was very small, her father held her when a thunderstorm frightened her. He held her in his arms while he hummed a Swedish lullaby and rocked her. A wistful smile played across her features and her arms relaxed. She began to rock Meg gently. Christine stroked the girl's fine, blonde hair as she hummed softly. When, at last, the girl's tears began to subside, Christine released her."Meg, do you love him?" Yes."The.