Rachel: Don’t get up. I want to cuddle!Me: I have no intention of getting out of bed while you’re still in it. Though I have to go eventually. My ...ew job is waiting.Rachel: You have a job? I thought you didn’t need the money.Better not tell her the reason why I’m working at a supermarket.Me: I like to be busy. Besides, the house is very empty when you guys aren’t around.Rachel: I bet. But where are you working?Me: I’m starting today at the supermarket on Main Street.Rachel: The one where Brody. Fortunately she saved me with a more pressing question. ‘What about you?’ she asked. ‘My wife was killed in a car accident a year ago tomorrow, I brought my kids on this cruise to help them make it through the day,’ I told her. ‘Oh, I’m sorry,’ she said. ‘Likewise,’ I replied. But it was interesting that we were both widows, not divorcees. That meant neither of us carried the emotional baggage of a failed marriage. By this time, almost everyone else had met their match and was going through. As she lifted her leg to remove the shoe, we had a clear view of her crotch again, her black g-string barley covering her mound and stretched so tightly that we had a fantastic view. She kicked the other shoe off, and tried to slip on the boots. It was roving difficult, so she sat on the wooden floor facing us, bent her legs up and slipped the boots on, all the while giving me an incredible view of her string covered pussy. I am sure if she sat there a few seconds longer, she would have left a. She was begging Kiran and Soma to let go of Aarthi and not to harm her. Aarthi can’t even open her eyes since all are naked people. She is ashamed. Vasundhara jumped out of bed and tried to rescue Aarthi. But her efforts went in vain when Soma slapped her.Vasundhara fell near the study table next to the bed. Soma and Kiran tore open Aarthi’s dress. They threw her on the bed where her mom was fucked in the last few hours. Aarthi was in bra and panties. Harish couldn’t believe what was happening.