The doorbell rang surprising us both.Jack went to answer the door. It was Becky and John. Jack said, “Good afternoon. Sandy and I just hung a new pa...inting two days ago.”Becky came in and said, “It’s gorgeous, Dad. Where did you buy it?”“I didn’t buy it. It was given to me by the artist.”John said, “Wow, Dad! I didn’t know you knew any artists of that caliber.”Jack said, “You might be surprised. The artist is right here.” He looked at me and smiled gently.Becky exclaimed, “You painted it! It. She rolled onto her other side to look in that direction and realized that the IV unit was still on her arm. The indicator panel still showed that she hadn't completed the second stage of MORFS. Fortunately the replaceable cartridge in the unit was nearly full, so she wouldn't have to worry about it yet.She stood up to look for her dad, hoping that she would be able to see where he was. The moment that she stood up, she regretted it. Her stomach lurched and her head started to pound even harder. Then we reached the travel office at 9.30 and waiting for the bus. It came at 10.30 by taking its own time like my girlfriend doing make-up and making late.Finally we boarded the bus and ours is upper birth. Ticket checker came and checked the tickets and then we closed our screen completely.Initially we never had intention to have sex, so were just talking some stuffs. Being in upper birth I could see her face shinning bright due to the flood lamps erected through cities. I admired her beauty.. Then fear struck. My mother saw me masturbating while I watched her and my father have sex. I couldn't even imagine the trouble I was in. I decided to take a shower before I headed down to facethe music. In the shower visions of the night before kept replaying in my head. I ran my fingers up and down my lips as the warm water cascaded over me. I pictured my father trusting into my mother as I slid my first finger into myself. I added a second finger a few strokes later. Every second or third.