“Are you sure?” I wanted to be sure myself, is she asking for what I thought she was asking for.“I am sure”, this time, she managed to break a... faint smile.My heart was ready to jump out of my chest. I was having a hard time breathing. I took a couple of moments to steady myself and then slowly took a few steps towards my daughter. I tried very hard to not shake as I stopped right next to her. I was probably 18 inches away from her. She had her left hand on the desk and her right hand on the. .“Kya dekh rahe ho…. ” neha asked me?“Kuch nai.. Pehle kabi tujhe aise dekha nai na”“Kya bat kar rhe ho… Ap to isse b jada dekh chuke ho….” she laughed and went inside the kitchen to bring water for me…This reply from her was a shock for me as I under the impression that she had forgotten everything that happened.. But she had not… She came back with a water bottle…“Tu abi b bhuli nai kya kuch b”…I showed my concern“Obviously not… ” she saidMe: isme obvious kya h itna??N: aapko pata h,, that. I listen intently, hearing the swish of water that seemed so close. I am thirsty. I can’t remember the last time I had a drink. My throat is dry, each time I swallow my throat burned in agony. My lips are cracked and sting as salt brushes against the cuts. As I lick them, I get a moment of relief before the sun dries them once more. I lick them again and taste salt. I can feel gritty sand coating my tongue. I slowly sit up and open my still-clenched eyes. I blink. I cannot believe this was. Immediately, the two locked lips again, with extreme intensity. They ran their hands everywhere on each other and eventually both girls were grasping each other’s asses, their tits and nicely shaved pussies pressed together. Tara brought her hand down between Lauren’s legs and began to rub her clit. “Ohhhh,” Lauren moaned. She leaned her head back, water running down her face and eventually down her tits, which Tara started kissing again. Lauren took her hands off Tara and with one hand.