I went to her and lifting her chin with my finger, kissed her lips. A tentative kiss at first and then a deep kiss, our tongues doing the tango. I the... kissed her neck and her shoulder and turned her around kissed her on her back just below her neck. I took hold of her pallu and slowly unravelled her saree. She spun around allowing her saree to be taken off. When the saree came off I realized she was not wearing anything under it. I kissed her again and lay her down on the bed. I kissed her all. "Lav, unless someone dies from an accident or violence we fully expect to live to be well over a hundred seasons." That cannot be!" Lavender protested."It's the truth," Jarrah sighed. "You've met May's mother, Nesho. She is almost fifty seasons old now. Does she look it to you?" Again Lavender could only shake her head in disbelief."But why, Jar? Do you know why?" Nil asked."No, I can't tell you exactly why it's happening, only the results," Jarrah answered with a shake of her head. "I can only. It had been a long day for them as well. My wit and wisdom had fallen on deaf ears. The picture of a rock star, cute as a button, and already able to stir my innocent heart, fell out of my children’s meal. I scanned it dully for a moment, then the perfect instrument of parental torture came to mind. “Mom,” I began, “Do you think Dad’s cute?” My mother sat quietly for a moment, hoping perhaps that I’d take pity and give her a reprieve. Then, glancing uncomfortably my way she replied “Well, I. Groaning deep in his throat he lifted his hips encouraging her to take hold of the hard member, before laying back in total abandon as he felt her fingers wrap around and stroke him. ‘Yes baby, Mmm…….. a little stronger.’ His hand moving down to guide her, one leg bent, his hips rising up into the thrust of her hand. ‘That’s it, yessssss.’ Froo knelt up next to him, her hand moving at a steady rhythm, she looked down at his lovely body laying golden against the white cotton sheets, his face.