The next evening we were lying around, with Vicki over again, when Lettie’s phone went. She looked at it and answered: “Hi Seet!”I watched her s...iffen as she listened, looking more and more alarmed. “Your own sister? Your mother?”She listened some more, increasingly disbelieving. “Pakistan? Married? But how can you marry someone at your age? ... kill you? ... you’re kidding! ... just because you did something with a girl? ... No Seet, seriously, this is your own family, how could that be. Approaching her own pleasure, oblivious to the Martha's agony. Victoria orgasms than collapses on Martha. Martha lays still with Victoria on top of her. Martha hums as a tune she knows Victoria likes. She wants to caress Victoria, but knows she'd be tortured for it. Martha is in deep pain but smiles happily. She's proud of the pleasure she gave Victoria, how she suffered for her pleasure. Victoria pulled the dilido of Martha's twat as Martha squealed. Victoria threw the dildo at Martha. "Clean. What if someone saw my car? What if someone saw me? What if someone knew me?Eventually I plucked up enough courage and drove to the car park near the toilets.I sat and waited and watched.There were two other cars in the car park. In the fading light they both appeared to have someone sat in the drivers seats. No one had entered the cottage and no one was moving.It was make your mind up time and if I didn't go in now I'd never pluck up courage again. I got out of the car, locked it, and without. I found his number and figured I had lucked out. It took a bit of convincing to call but I was able to talk myself into it. Again my luck held and he was home. His name was Gord. He was taller than I, slightly balding, slim and sort of cute. As we talked I realized that Gord was just an ordinary guy, gay but down to earth. Why had I expected less? Preconceived ideas? I am not certain but I am glad I was wrong. We made plans for me to meet him at his work the next time I was in the city. A.