Then Vincent noticed what that bundle of blankets or something actuallywas.It was a man. He was in his thirties maybe, wearing a long leather coatand ...ark jeans. He had a goatee beard and black sideys. He was lyingdown. Or rather he was kinda half seated in the driver seat and halflying down on the forecourt blacktop so that the top of his head wasresting in the pool of red, sticky liquid by Vincent's foot. Except thatthe top of his head wasn't...Oh Jesus. Oh Jesus! Oh God, Oh shit!!!Vincent. But I knew Ravi’s intention was to stare at my mother’s beauty and jack off at night thinking about her. So I used to ignore him at home but even then he didn’t mind and always looked at mother rather than me and used to give smiles to my mother. I used to get angry at this but never said anything.The family planning department used to show free old popular cinema films in our colony at night in between the film they used to show small documentary films highlighting the benefits of small. He hung the dress from the side of the mirror and fussed over a few imagined creases in the flawless material, the colour of which matched Belle’s lips perfectly. “I’ll just go ‘round the corner so you can get ch—” He froze mid-rotation, a deer in headlights, confronted by an already topless Belle. Shameless in her nudity when comfortable enough, and knowing Harold had seen her naked already, she thought nothing of changing in front of him, and she giggled at his unexpected though comical. I could hear myself and now I could smell myself: the aroma of aroused woman on a tear. My wet pussy was making distinct smacking and sloshing noises. It turned me on, and I kept going. I was close, which surprised me. I had been at it for only a minute or two and I could feel the orgasm building deep in my belly.As I went at myself with gusto I realized the sounds outside had diminished. Oh god, they were listening. But it was too late. The tension was at a peak and I knew it was too late for.