..When were you born? I ask her urgently.February 19, 1972. Same day as my aunt.You're... me, I say. You're the woman I would have been.Holy fuck.=-=-...I look downward, and see breasts beneath a shirt. I begin to cup them with my hands, only to have my fingers seize up and stop.Stop that! This is MY body! Now, who the hell are you?I'm... my name is...You can't be... a quick rush as something is exchanged. Jesus, you are me. I just got the weirdest rush of thoughts. They're like these brief shots. “raja, aaj jumkar teri kutia (mother) kaa bur chusa…anguli kiya aur gaand mey bhee anguli kiya..saali iss budhiya mey bahut dum hai….tu bhee chod aur apne dosto se bhee chudwa….”Kammo told mother and mother positioned her legs on chair hand rest. She pushed hip forward and cunt came at edge of chair. We both inserted finger in cunt and began fingering…Mother enjoyed and told Kammo what I told her to say…Kammo also said that she has to take child to hospital so she will go early after chudai by. Without Chellammas notice I used to stare at her breasts and ass and imagined my cock rubbing against those water melons. She always smiled at me and due to language problem there was no communication between us. She used the outside toilet cum bathroom for her bath and toiletry needs. One day when she was in the bathroom I peeped through the crack on the shutter. An Indian closet was provided in the toilet and was peeing sitting on the toilet . The whole area was covered with pubic hair and I. They either hadn't known where he lived before, or they had been observing some unwritten rule about not disturbing celebrities at their house — he knew not which. But whichever, they were certainly bothering him now. He strained to listen to what they were shouting."Was Mindy here last night?" What were you two doing up there all night?" Are you going to acknowledge a romantic relationship with Mindy?" Were the two of you intimate?"Jake sighed, keeping his expression as neutral as possible..