When Soma was in the kitchen, she was heating cow’s milk for her child. That time the old working lady stepped into the kitchen.She saw Soma was hea...ing milk for the child. Suddenly the old lady started groping Soma from behind. She holds Soma’s mouth by her right hand so Soma can’t make any noise. Because Soma’s husband figures out anything, it would be a great mess for both of them.And she kept groping some left breast. Then suddenly, by getting scared, Soma hit the pot of milk which was on. He looked intrigued but I knew from years of listening in that they would soon be fucking and when they were full of alcohol, it would not be a quiet session. As predicted the moaning and bed squeaking soon followed, Uncle Jim was still sitting on the edge of my bed and I noticed him fidgeting. I had just assumed he was feeling awkward at hearing them but then I noticed the bulge in his trousers then he quickly noticed me staring at the bulge in his trousers. I looked up at him, eyes sparking. As always, the coffee was wincingly sweet, practicallyswamped with milk and honey. Something of an eccentric, my aunt heldsome extremely unorthodox views on diet and nutrition...amongst otherthings.Meantime, Julene went through my closet, sorting out my wardrobe for theday. Almost inevitably, she chose the shortest outfit she could find, atranslucent red sunfrock with a full-circle drop-waist; the kind ofthing worn by little girls with giggly smiles and long yellow ribbons intheir hair."Yes, I. Or Aaron, for that matter. They are boys, after all. Girls have to have better thoughts, don't they?" "I don't know!" Carla said, missing the question's rhetorical nature. "Oh, Dear. You do insist on trying to think like a guy, don't you?" "Yes!! ("Aw, shoot! --Oops!") That's because--" "Aaron!?! Is how long have you been peeping?!" the boy's guardian sister rose up from the bed, and headed for the door. "I didn't see anything! Honest!!" came back the 13-year-old's still unbroken voice. "The.