.. the things you do with him.”Mom smiled. “I'm proud of you for admitting it. There's nothing wrong with a daughter having sex with her father, i... there?”“But he's married to you,” I said. “That's still wrong.”“Let's think of it as an exception. Is it really adultery if I say it's okay?”I gasped. “Really?” I just felt so free now. Just so amazing. I trembled there, the potluck gathering around us. People sitting down to heat. “You really, really wouldn't mind? I mean... I'm scared. I've. Marcel then stood up and I showed him the bathroom where I had some extra towels ready and a moment later, Joris and Marcel were dressed again. Not Stephan though, when he wanted to stand up I held him back. He hadn’t come already had he? So I asked him if he wanted to stay for a while. Marcel and Joris had to laugh about that. What a lucky man, they said ... I said that they could get another beer if they wanted, but no, they were going now but they promised that they would come along again. My whole family was there. She too is well aware of this thing. I was scared and tensed. But she was enjoying every bit. The day passed. Next day, we sat outside itself, for breakfast. I can’t reveal her name but lets call her anju.So anju aunty came, served every one and sat beside me. She boldly placed her hand on my thigh. I was scared as hell. She was as usual enjoying. I looked at her and signalled to stop that. She smiled at that. I was scared because what would happen if we are. It was very early morning – she could hear the first patrons arriving for breakfast in the common room below. She was on a reasonably comfortable bed dressed in a simple gown. A purse was tied to her belt but thrust out of sight into a slit. Monica also had an eight-inch ‘eating knife,’ and a pair of boots was on the floor by the door.An empty chamber pot was next to her bed. She used it, went to the single stand and rinsed with the provided pitcher of water and basin. No soap, no toothbrush,.