The call was from my grief-stricken mother; her voice was so broken I could barely hear what she was saying. My father had passed suddenly in a car ac...cident leaving my mother to run the family restaurant and bar by herself. I hadn't seen my father since I moved to the city a couple years ago, so the paralyzing agony was topped with an overwhelming sense of guilt and regret. I left everything behind to help my aging mother with the family restaurant. That was two years ago. I now find myself. Brown hair that falls just to the small of her back, green eyes(he knows that thanks to the binoculars) and pretty, puffy lips. Her bust size is at least a D cup he guesses, and her hips are just the right size, for his liking at least. She lets the water warm her up with her arms stretched up so the cascade drips all down her perfect body. He wishes he was her hands massaging and rubbing all the dirt and pain away from the day. His favorite part is coming up, before she washes she takes. She looked at her watch .. goodness she had slept foralmost two hours, it was now close to ten o’clock. Her mother’s voice broke into her reverie “”Sally, do be a dear and fetch me a cup of tea will you? There’s a vending machine just outside and that will do nicely.” She opened her handbag, took out her purse and picked the coins to feed the machine. She smiled at her mother, who looked back at her, her eyes bright, a loving smile on her face. “You have been a good daughter to us, Sally. We. I smiled in a shy manner. She kept her both hands on my shoulders and said, “Raj, I am a bit tired. Can you give me a neck massage? I was feeling a bit shy as my parents were home. I thought, what will they think. I took some courage and started to massage her neck.From behind, I could see her cleavage bouncing. I wanted to grab them but was worried what if someone catches us. She smiled and said, “Raj, how is your little monster?” I got unsettled and said in a low voice, “Aunty, it is waiting.