"And, I also wanted to talk about what happened between us," he said, getting up to move around, standing behind me he spun the chair round so I was f...cing him, "I think you deserve to know that I wasn't drunk yesterday." I looked him in the eyes, unsure of how I felt, the only noise in the room being our breathing. "Soph, say something," he said, looking at me, as if he was about to cry. "I, I don't know what to say," I said, hoping he would make the first move. "Well I do," he said, leaning. Vijayji was a very jovial person and kept everyone in the party happy. When uncle, aunty and I came in, Vijayji pointed aunty to where his wife was, and greeted us. I just said “hello” and tried to walk beside, but Vijayji said, “Ah, Sweta, its such a happy occasion, you should give me a hug” I looked at uncle and seeing him give an agreeing nod, i moved into his outstretched arms. “You have grown into a beautiful young woman, Sweta” he said as he pulled me close to him.Immediately I realized. I'd send them clippings, reviews from the trades and the New York Times theatre section. They'd send me clippings from the local newspaper back home. Every week there was a 'phone call, and every week there was something new."The high school is looking for a drama coach, Lucy," Mom would tell me. "You'd have to teach a couple of English classes, of course, but you'd get to teach a drama class and run the drama club. Doesn't that sound perfect?"Next week, "Lucy? You remember Martha Preston,. Dressed in her floral robe, she looked in my room as she went and smiled. I remember that smile. I remember not only the smile, but the expression on her face. Misty’s expression was what said it all. She was ready. My sister was hot and aroused. I also knew that she did not have a stitch on under her robe. I read that much on her face. And I was ready. I could feel the tingle in my cock that made it lengthen.I waited until Misty was in her room. I knew she had not closed the door.