I don’t know if you will ever get this letter. But, there is a confession I want to make. I want to tell you something I did not tell you all this w...ile. I think this is the right time!4 years ago, on the night before Parvati’s wedding, it wasn’t Tarun who groped you and tried to physically own you. It was me, Mom. It was your very own son who tried to shamelessly fulfill his sinful desire.I am sorry, Mom. Please forgive me. I just could not hold myself back, Mom. I had been lusting for you. Danny, I'm so sorry. I just gotcarried away. You know, after the 'week in skirts' episode when you wereyounger, I sometimes thought it would be nice to have another daughter.Especially with your sisters gone. I know, for you, it was punishment.But for me, well, at times it was nice." Mom..." No, please Danny. I have to finish. I've been thinking a lot about it.Maybe it's because I miss your sisters. Perhaps it's just the thought ofhaving another girl around the house. Or it could be because. "See you Sunday!" hecalled as she got out of the car.When she got inside, Marjorie had papers strewn all over the dining roomtable."Hi, Sweetie," she called, not looking up."Mom, can I ask you a question?"Marjorie looked up from her papers."What's a 'Girl Friday'?"#The next afternoon, she was working in the newspaper office, trying notto be annoyed that Matt had left her three pages to review, taking justone himself. She vowed to raise it when they met on Sunday. In themeantime, she dug into. Had she gone too far? Maria then asked THAT question! “Amy? Are you OK?”Unseen to the older woman, Amy smiled, “Never better!” And with that, Amy started to stroke then softly caress Maria’s arms with her whole hands and rested her head against Maria’s, giving a clear signal of compliance.Amy felt kisses moving down her neck and Maria’s arms uncrossing and moving under her shirt to caress her soft, flat belly. She sighed and closed her eyes as they moved up towards her firm breasts. The touch.