Chut pe Rajesh ka haath dabate woh boli, “Haan Rajesh mere badan ke saath wohi karke tum dikho ki Ayesha ke saath kya hua tha par jara aaram se bata...o na. Bahut dard ho raha hai jab tum zorse karte ho tab.” Rajesh Fatima begum ke burqe ko aur uppar lake, Fatima begum ke mamme bhi nangi karta hai. Panty Fatima begum ke ghutno mai hai aur burqa uske armpits ke niche.Fatima begum ke gand pe lund ragadte Rajesh bola, “Accha dard hota hai? Teri beti ko to dard nahi hua? Tujhe kaise dard hota hai. That guy had no idea why that had happened. Replaying it over and over as she walked, Lizzie was fully on autopilot and barely even noticed that she was home. Turning the key to the door of her apartment, Lizzie stumbled inside. Not caring where she put her things, she started stripping and dropping her belongings left and right as she marched directly to the bathroom. She immediately turned on the hot water in her bathtub, ready for a nice hot soak in the tub. As soon as it was full, she slid. "What are you looking at, Pete?" I whispered, stopping behind him."Close your eyes," I heard my mom say."What are they doing?" I wondered."Yes, Ma'am," I heard Sandra reply."Pete, are you grabbing your crotch?" I muttered, tapping his shoulder.He slowly turned to me. "I shagged your mom, and now they are having sex." What?" I whispered somewhat loudly before I quickly went around him and glanced in there as well. "Holy mother fucking shit, they are. Your mom is sitting on my mom's face, Pete,". ’ She placed a metal V-frame on her worktable that opened wide at the top and stepped back. It contained perhaps thirty-five paintings. Danny went through them slowly, taking a little longer at a most beautiful profile of Aunt Debra. He continued through sunsets and seascapes and townscapes viewed from the windows of that room. Then he said ‘Wow!’ Chelsea was sitting on a stool beyond him. ‘My mom?’ He’d earlier looked at a full frontal of Charlotte, nude and hands up behind her head rolling.