"Ahh, almost wish you'd all worn yourballet uniforms today, that would've made such a cute picture." We can all wear them when Bryony does her birthda... dance next month!"Cassie immediately offers, making me giggle."I definitely wouldn't mind," I shrug. "You wouldn't either, would you,Dorothy?" Nope!" The four year old girl squeaks with a happy grin."Just as long as dad doesn't see the photograph," Bryony says,immediately lowering the mood of the car as I help mum fasten Cassie andDorothy's. "I mentally forgave Pete for the privacy violation. Once I let go of that, I could see the situation. Pete is a handsome, mature man. The brief glimpse I had of his equipment had been enough for me to know I wanted to see it again. There's a first time for everything, I supposed. Push had come to shove. This opportunity was not one to spurn. I told him to give me half an hour, then come back.I jumped in the shower. Shaved myself all over the places that counted. After I dried off, I picked out. It was summer, maybe she could get away with it. Vera crept past the house and onto the sidewalk. Standing under the orange glow of a streetlamp she raised her face to the hot breeze and inhaled. To the west she sensed the likely smells of cheap beer, sweat and cigarette smoke. Perfect. She sauntered towards the bar, combing her fingers through her thick brown hair. It was getting long now, almost to her waist in the back. Vera’s blood sang with excitement and she broke into a run, just to feel. Dhire…dhire chod…..pehla mari Bhose ne thodi moti kaar chodine pachi jor…jor thi chod ….” ohhhh chod mane, haju dhire…dhire…..chod mane Bhai, tari Bahen ne tari banavi le aaje. Tari Bahen ne tari Vahu(Wife) ni jem Chod. Aaje mane etli chod ke mane bija koino lund gamej nahi. Hu tari thai java magu chu. Chod haju taro lund mari Bhos ma ander bahar kar. Chod mane, chod mane, tari bahen ni Bhos ne barabar chod aaje. Mara Bobala Chus. Mane tari Banavi le.” I kept fucking her gently till I felt that.