We bond again that night, again with tears and with out word comprehendible to the naked ear. I feel her tears lightly hit the side of my face and mix... with my own. We mix, our souls, our tears, our love, it all mixes. ‘I really was going to jump.’ I mumble staring off into nothingness. ‘Shh…. I know but its over now. You are a fighter, but you don’t have to fight alone.’ ‘Its my fault you know, its all my fault, everything.’ I start to sob a new. Lydia gently pulls my hair back away from my. May I direct this, please?”“Certainly Michael ... Go right ahead.”“When I raise my baton, all eyes should be on me. You don’t begin until I say you can begin. Be ready.”The piano was first for four full measures. Then, the horns carry the melody.At the melody line of‘Imagine all the peopleliving for today,’I brought the rest of them in. It wasn’t perfect, but it was pretty good.The second verse sounded much better. Boy, add in the choir I was with earlier ... it gave me shivers all the way down. He came in. I forgot that I was wearing shorts. I generally don’t wear shorts, but that day I wore as I was alone.Even Uncle was shocked to see me in shorts. I asked him whether he had his dinner. He nodded, yes. Then I gave him a formal smile and asked him whether he likes to eat fruits after dinner. For the first time, I observed Prasanth uncle watching my body. His eyes were on my boobs and my thighs.But I didn’t take it seriously. I thought it might be by mistake. I took out an apple from. The heated friction on my wife’s clit was sending sensations through her body and making her pussy very wet.Once again she told him to stop, but this time in a low, firm voice. He was too big, way too strong for her to force him off her.“No!” He said in a choking voice, “Please no, I can’t” He was now thrusting between his aunt’s shapely legs; she could feel his dick swell against her now sopping cunt. Burying his face in my wife’s neck he ground his hips into her crotch. His aunt’s g****fruit.