With a bit of hesitation he went forward and sat between Anjali and me. His head still hung down. Ajay sat on the other sofa. Anjali continued “Shya...m, the sort of skinship that we shared that day, is something that I share with my son Ajay too in a higher level”. Shyam was surprised by her revelation and also seamed to be bit relieved. Think he is happy that he is not the only offender.Anjali continued “So you don’t have to feel bad about it. You need to explore and feel the good things in. I joined my elder brother who was already at college in Delhi for 2 years. We lived in a small apartment with 2 rooms. Delhi college culture was really cool and I was enjoying my new found freedom. I’m not a hot chick, but with a pretty face and all the assets of a sexy girl. I can make a few heads turn. But my past haunted me, so I avoided any male and passed away from guys, even friendship. I tried to forget but it but it would just not pass me. But the below incident changed everything for. "Take care." Bye John, you too," she said as she left.Once she'd gone I got my phone out and texted Sue Brashwell to see if she wanted to have a 'chat' on Thursday.I had my reply almost immediately.'Vicar out playing golf from 10am can fit you in for a couple of hours from then ;-)''Game on, ' I thought.The rest of the day went quickly and I returned home in good spirits to prepare an evening's meal for myself and Jan, who was not due in for a couple of hours yet.I did notice Jean in the garden. Fuckkkkk me.. Randi banao mujhe apni.. Chod daalo mujhe aaj”.My dad put his dick in her mouth and others were playing with her body. After some time, Mukesh switched with Sunil and started fucking her hard. His cock was so big that my mom started moaning even louder and abusing everybody, “Chodo mujhe saare milkar. Meri fudi faad do, saalo”.I have never imagined seeing mom like this. Ajay lay on the bed and then mom started bouncing on his dick. My dad was tit-fucking her.After a while, Satpal.