There was a tiny tummy but no man, and only the most jealous of girls, would have noticed. Her pretty face was framed by shoulder-length brown hair an... her eyes had the same, warm colour. This was no girl; she was definitely a woman, 100% woman and all the more lovely for it. She placed her large, leather bag on the floor at her feet; it didn't seem to go with the rest of her outfit, not that anybody would have noticed; not men anyway."Where to ?" Near Burtonwood Services please, M62."It was a. " He glanced up at the distant snow covered peaks. "If it is really over maybe I can find home."His thoughts were interrupted by the returning officer. "Sir, Admiral Da'ren is available on the comm.'s channel."Tristan walked to the communication room. Although the villa was a retreat for him, he could not afford to be out of touch. "Da'ren?"There was a slight delay before Da'ren replied. Tristan had a vague understanding of the quantum communications system and that it could only work between. "Brenda, was he good? Did you get the orgasm that you have been wanting for so long?" Yes daddy." She blushed but Jerry was almost a tomato blushing at my question."Good. Jerry, did you enjoy it?" Yes sir. Your daughter is a wonderful woman and I enjoyed being with her very much." Good. Where is your phone?" Here sir." I took it from him and got to the photos on his phone and scrolled through the shots. A bunch of them were taken from inside the club and the dance and party. The good thing was. I know it was my birthday and that amma would do anything for me. But asking this from her would be perhaps too much. As I shared my fantasy with my best friend Arjun, the expressions on his face scared me.What if my amma felt the same? Or worse. What if she beats me as a punishment? What if she throws me out of the house? Or what if she locks herself in the house? What if she leaves me never to be seen again?The reward was high but so were the risks and the conflict to choose which over which.