”Shruti: “mama main woh andar , kamal chachu se gaand marwa rahi thi, bataiye kya kaam tha mujhse.” Kya kaha, tu chachu se gaand marwarahi thi, ...haram nahin aayi tujhe. Wahan tere papa haath mein lund liyeteri choot aur gaand maarne ka intezaar kar rahe hain aur tu yahaanchudwa rahi hai. pata nahin Har subah office jaane se pehle papa koteri zarurat hoti hai, woh teri choot aur gaand chode bina kahin nahinjaate. Pata hai mama, lekin main kya karun Kamal chachu mujhe zabardasti kamremein le. Now, we should stop. Our parents don't deserve this," she sobbed, leaning up. She took my hands and kissed me once. "We know we'll always love each other no matter what and that's what really matters. Your dad and I will have our baby and you two will your own. We shouldn't hurt them like this, we should love them. We already messed up their marriage and now we shouldn't mess up their new relationships with us. Just promise me we'll always be there for each other. The odds are they'll be gone. This was not a peck. It was a serious kiss.Well, I got one back, one with the tip of her tongue probing into my mouth.Now, I know many people will think, well, big deal, a little french kiss. Well, I was laying over the top of a naked girl. Don't forget that.So, a few more kisses and I sat back up some, Paula looked down and said, "Oh, Marty, look at you."Hard-on. Yes, that's what it was. A regular erection that any fourteen-year old boy gets every minute or so."Oh, sorry, Paula." Mmm, well,. There was no more talk of sex or of the things that are happening to me across the street. Doug made and served supper and basked in Cindy’s compliments about his cooking. He should. He deserves them.I bragged about how he does half the cooking and half the housework, too. Doug wasn’t comfortable with that subject, either. But I’m proud of him and I like bragging about him.We took the last of our wine into the living room after dinner. Doug sat in his recliner and I sat in my chair. Cindy was.