I watched her make her way back up the garden path in her high heels, her hips swaying more than usual. I tilted my head to get a better view when, s...uddenly, she stopped and bent down to adjust her stockings. Mom spotted me through her legs, gawking at her upside down. She pulled back up and gave me a long, probing look. And then a smirk crept across her elegant face before she turned and kept on back to the party.When I eventually did make it to bed that night, I almost ripped the head. Thelimousine had blacked out windows and I was unable to see exactly wherewere we were heading. "Can you tell me where we going?" I asked thechauffeur. "North of the city," she replied, "it will only be about halfan hour Sir." I was due to meet friends that evening so thought it wiseto send them a text telling them about my change of hotel, however ashard as I tried I couldn't get a signal in the car. I had not planned tobe so far outside the city but the offer of a free all-inclusive oneweek's. The other dress was a light blue dress that stopped at my knees. It was frilly, lacey, and I hated it. I only wore it to Easter Mass once before I hit my growth spurt. Thank God for hormones! When Easter came around in 1982, the damned thing was too tight and I got to throw it away.I really think daddy began to realize that with mommy gone and no women around to interact with me, he was slowly watching me become a tomboy. It bothered him so much that he started dating. He was trying to find me. Bushra with her eyes closed spoke:"Fuck me."I was thrilled to hear my hijabi bhabhi asking me to fuck her. My dream, my fantasy was about to come true. I wanted to hear her say it again, so squeezing her tits hard I said:"What?"She opened her eyes and looking deep into my eyes pleaded:"Fuck me. Please."I got out of the front seat, opened the back door and looked again at my Hijabi bhabhi lying there playing with her cunt, cum still slowly trickling down from her cunt and ass, as she spoke.