[thickskin33]

Vincy : you never talked to your father for how long.

Me:. Close to 20 years since sec 2 as I realised in his eyes I was a bastard kid. I initially felt scared of him but as I grew older I began to treat him as invisible. In his eyes it's always my sister. Anyway he passed away last year.

Vincy :. You never felt sad.

Me: I do I am still a human but sadly in his last few years he had dementia and only recognize my sister. I guess it's karma that my grandmother die 2 months before him and she left her house to him. Who expect he also pass away 2 months later.

Awkward silence commerced while I started to inched my elbow up and down her breast as she was cleaning my ears.

Vincy: your dad left anything for your family.

Me:. Well the usual stuff some savings also his mother flat which we sold off as he was my grandmother only child.

Vincy: you must be rich.

Me:. No la the sales proceeds goes to my mother but she set up a joint account with me as I guess she felt guilty all these years that my dad never gave me fatherly love. My sister is a scholar throughout her life thus she has a career as a SVP in a big firm.


I don't know why I blart out all those at that point maybe I just wanted a point to let loose my feelings and strangely vincy was perhaps the only person I can talk to. Vincy approach to me take a huge turn perhaps out of sympathy or monetary.

While I was inching my elbow. I felt the ear digging had stopped I thought it's time to change position suddenly I saw her face close to me so close I had felt her breath.

She was using her small finger to dig into my dimples .
Now it's full-blown my forearm was basically buried by her c cups. The feeling was so soft.

Vincy :. You looked cute with your dimples what do you think of me.

I examined vincy.closely. she looked slutty like yuna shiina she had put on ten plus kilos her double chin had appeared but still slutty