."She heard his easy chuckle and smiled. It eased her nervousness."I asked your aunt for it," he answered. "You don't mind me calling, do you? I wante...d to let you know how much I appreciated your visit in the hospital."Now thrilled, Keira responded with a smile, "So you remember me being there. I guess the concussion was mild." Nope. Don't remember a thing. It was Nurse Ratchet that told me you visited. I thought it was only polite to thank you and let you know that whatever I might have said. Her tuition teacher was a middle aged man with quite an appetite for sex. He used to come daily to her home for an hour and used to clarify her doubts regarding her subject. But never until one day had he made any kind of approaches or had any kind of sexual inclination towards Smriti.Now as far as Smriti was concerned she was a modern day rich girl and used to wear all kind of modern day girl dresses. Shorts, deep cut tops, tight fitted jeans and tshirts etc etc.This day was a Sunday. Smriti’s. Stepdad kept feeding me poppers, encouraging me, coaching me, instructing me to inhale/exhale at particular points, choreographing my breathing with his brother's actions between my legs. The two had a perfect rhythm. With the prayer mode in my ass, Uncle Tony would then very, very slowly start moving the palms apart, creating pressure on my hole as he stretched my hole, slowly-so slowly-side to side. "Uhh...Fuck! Uncle Tony!" My head rolls back again. "That feels FUCKIN' INCREDIBLE!!!" He. Chip swallowed, wiped his lips, smiled again, “Why’d you agree to go out with me? I mean, married and all.”I batted my eyes innocently. A move I had practiced in elementary school. Girls start early. Boys don’t have a clue. “I thought this was a business dinner.”“Oh.” His eyes raked my chest. Okay, some cleavage was involved. A bra wasn’t. Why had I shaved my legs? For fun. Flirty fun. I wasn’t going to cheat on Vanessa. Go behind Clint’s back.Although Clint and I had never discussed it. I.