Pr hum abhi bhi purine makan m reh rahe the. Humara naya makan do manzila h. Humne niche wala portion ek family ko kiraye pr diya. Unki family m 4 mem...er the bhaiya, bhabhi, unka beta or ek beti….Bhaiya fauz mai the to ghar pr sirf bhabhi or unke bache hi rhne the….Unka ldka 11 saal ka tha or ladki 8 saal ki…..Meri family m mai mere papa or meri mom hi h…papa sales manager h or mom school m govt. Teacher. Papa pura week bhar rhte h bs saturday or sunday ko ghr pr hote h.. Or mom ki paas k ek. Over my shoulder I shouted, ‘Can you tell them not to wear underwear or tight clothes from when they get up on Saturday, and to bring a dressing gown, I don’t want strap marks and stuff, I need natural skin.’ ‘Don’t push it buster, but ok.’ she shouted. I spent the week phoning round several studios trying to book space, with little success. In the end Dad and I sketched out how we could re-arrange the lounge to accommodate a viable studio type area, with room for the others to hang around.. After all, it was Lisa's affirmationof liking what she saw on the day of the Cordoba that made me go alongwith it all in the first place. The kiss in the toilets just made me feelif that was what being a girl was going to be like then I didn't everwant to change, a fact that was strengthened by the kiss when she left meat mum's.The trouble was of course, it didn't last. I didn't know whether Suzanne was the real me or whether she was just anexcuse to hold on to the memory of those two kisses;. I watched Mom kiss seven pussies goodbye. I waited for the room to empty before I climbed down and put the ladder back where I found it.Mom was home before I was but Dad had her in their bedroom. So I went to bed and figured that I would have a talk with her in the morning after Dad went to work. I had jerked off twice while standing on that ladder. I still jerked off one more time before falling asleep.In the morning after Dad’s car was out of sight I went into the kitchen. I pushed Mom down.