“Now sit back and relax, take another deep breath and tell me all about it.”So Francine did what she was told. And as she told her story, Melissa ...ecognized almost every aspect of her tale. It had all begun after the French woman's visit to Mrs Vineto, the Gypsy, to talk to her about her daughter Rebecca and the young girl's oral adventures with Stanley Robertson, and how totally unacceptable such behavior was. Mrs Vineto had seemed just as uninterested as when Melissa had talked with her, and. She suddenly felt strange.Then Lisa was rubbing her knee, "Are you okay? You still want to go out tonight?"Christine took a deep breath, and noticed the incense again, along with something else, "I'm fine. I just need a minute to rest." Okay," Lisa smiled and went back to her banter.Christine paid no attention. She took another sniff. Normally she loved the smell of pine, but this was completely overpowering. The incense tray was on Lisa's desk, next to some weird looking grey ball. Five sticks. I heard sound of my taug’s car in front of our house he came here to play holi with mom and me. I was standing in side the bathroom came close to broken door of bathroom n want to see how my taug play holi with my mom. I saw my taug came up fast went straight to kitchen his hand was full of green color he reached just behind of mom lifted his maxi from down cover her face from behind her entire beautiful naked body was in front of my eyes I was again stun to see her body taug colored her hips. On the bed there was a silk underwear pink night dress, with flower pattern “your dad loves when I wear a pink nightdress” I looked at her. She took of all her clothes. And when she was done I couldn’t stop staring at her. She had a perfect curved figure, she was a goddess, and I was her slave. She picked up the nightdress and slip it on. It was see throw. “now license slave this is how things are going to happen” she said as she pulled the rope, and me closer to her “your dad is going to be.