I suppose I am an exhibitionist and have been since I was a young girl. I remember my parents, now divorced, having dinner parties. Mom would always d...ess me up in pretty outfits, all frilly and girly, with matching panties for each outfit. The skirts were usually short, and the panties would always be just out of sight under them. Everyone would always give me hugs and pull me to them, turning me around and around, looking at my outfits and saying how cute I looked, even to the point of. When I hold my chosen in my arms and we kiss, it is not some formality that must be done before a dick fucks a twat. We kiss because we desire each other. When we make love, it is the total sharing of souls, not just grunt work done because a cunt was wet or a cock was hard. Our sweat will flow not from lust. It won’t be the snarls of animals heard, but the whispered gentle tones of love. My chosen is not some piece of meat picked out from the packaged and sanitized portions available at the. She stands near the poolside with a fresh self-conscious pride.Music filters from a little radio on the grass at her boyfriends side where he lays on his towel, sunbathing.Anna views his body smothered in suntan oil; seemingly accentuating the youth's skinny physique. Despondently she wonders when he would begin taking a more adult interest in her body.But then Anna noticed she had caught the attention of a stocky male sunbather nearby. Anna's eyes met his and the man grinned knowingly.She. She was referring to Shobha’s encounter with Ajay. They had never talked further on that. Dipti had gone into one of her reveries when they were talking about it the last time, and Shobha had mistaken that for disapproval. Dipti hadn’t gone that far in her mind about the event as to approve or disapprove of what had happened; somehow she could relate to the woman’s wanting her son, especially now that she had a first hand impression of what her son could be like in bed. The son’s sexual desires.