Honestly, that made sense. He felt guilty for the death of his son, my father, and his ability to amplify things, emotions included, had caused him to... lose his grasp on reality. The only real cure would be for Randal to forgive himself. It wasn't his fault his son had died; he had done what he could to protect him.I went to my girls. Their thoughts were questions of what had happened, who the man was, and if I had learned where my family were. My only response was, "Hold me."Without question,. He kissed and left.I stood facing the mirror and murmured angrily. I wanted Sudhir to think that I wasn’t satisfied and was angry at Vipin. Honestly, I was unsatisfied but it was not Vipin’s fault. We had planned it that way.I bent over the sink-slab and pretended to look for something behind the tab. This gave Sudhir some confidence and like a hungry animal, he moved onto me and buried his tongue into my pussy. I gasped, making it look as if I am shocked.“Don’t be shocked. I am only completing. As per Mike's instructions she had dressed in similar clothes to the outfit she had worn the night she had been raped. She was wearing a grey pinstriped business suit, skirt and jacket combination. She wore a dark green satin blouse, black high-heeled sandals and expensive taupe control-top pantyhose. She was sophisticatedly accessorised with gold jewellery, earings and watch, red-painted fingernails and toenails and wore plenty of makeup.Her clothes were a tight fit on her large frame. Her. Well, it’s no matter. The more the merrier and sometime I’ll tell you more about my adventures for your book. I know you probably won’t believe me.”She climbed out of the tub and said she was going to get us something downstairs, start the wash taking care of my dirty clothes and she disappeared dripping.I waited finishing off my third beer and feeling pretty good, so relaxed after a number of great orgasms. Time passed. Finally she called up saying, “Bring your penis downstairs honey. I have.