What would lashing out in anger accomplish anyway?But that’s not really me anyway, and I knew it. Back to sad and pathetic. Come Monday, we’d be b...oken up and I’d leave it for the rumor mill to figure it out. I’d be just fine. I’m sure I’d find someone else. Eventually. For now, I felt like shit. I let her do it to me again. It was the end of fifth grade all over again, only ten times worse.Why would I let her break my heart twice? Why was I so stupid?I beat myself up for several hours, even. She flashed her million-dollar smile with the whitest teeth and the brightest eyes.I heard her say, “Hi, Uncle Brian, it's me Gracie, it’s been a long time.”I stood there for what seemed like an eternity with my mouth open staring at her.She asked, “Are you going to invite me in?”Like she needed an invitation to be at her own father's house. I watched as she walked to the kitchen. Her ass was the best thing I had seen about her so far. We made small talk for a few minutes as I tried to compose. He soon slid his hand inside her kameez and was pressing her boobs real hard. It was too cold but I could feel their heat. I was just petrified and didn’t dare moving to disturb them. Arohi had forgotten that I was there secretly watching them as Namit removed her clothes one by one. Arohi removed his clothes too and both of them were naked in 8 degree atmosphere.Arohi stroked his penis a bit which was already erect and took it in her mouth. Namit was too excited that he came directly in her. Her light brown hair is loose in the wind, an unruly mess after she has removed her helmet. As she slowly unzips the jacket my gaze follows her hand as she moves from the top of the collar. Her slender neck is exposed first, then her hand opens the zipper further. As her hand is on her chest, I realize that she isn’t wearing a shirt beneath the jacket. I am captivated by the sight of her breasts being squeezed together by the tight leather riding jacket. Does she have anything under there? I.