"Margie: "Oh, yeah. That's right."Mrs. Jones was incredulous. She had to put a halt to this. But how? She knew the young teens were devious. They knew... how to gauge an adult's perception to a very high degree, and if she tipped them off they would only find a more circuitous means of participating in the orgy. How could she prevent it from happening? She continued listening, hoping to learn where and when this orgy was to take place. But the girls gave her nary a clue in that direction, and so. Instead of having the calming environment stabilize, she was witness to the line breaking apart, the continuous stream of information ripped to shreds by tearing images and sounds. A loud, ear shattering one breaking even this barrier as the street ran a river of crimson liquid through it, screams, yelps for help, all of them drowning the rain in their desperate screeching voices. Meanwhile, reality had the trembling fingers of Rixie grasp the mug’s handle harder, a grip that could send a human. She went red in her face. I could literally see the hormones doing reacting in our bodies. I still remember the sensuous look she had after the kiss. She stopped talking for a while, I was facing away from her. She then closed the window and gave me a deep kiss on my lips. I lost myself in the moment. I was in heaven. A few minutes later, she rested her head on my thighs and we were in to the dreams.Our friends started coming back and we were still in the same position. After a while the bus. As it was a Sunday my mother was washing clothes and I was reading in my room. Suddenly I heard mother conversing with someone. I thought dad might have got home early today and I continued to study.After some time I heard a deep harsh voice laughing. I thought it might be Karungan and I ran to the backyard. I saw him flirting openly with mom, inquiring about her nativity and all. Mother was wearing a green color cotton saree tied a little high from her ankle to avoid water spillage.He was.