“I know.”“And I thought you believed in giving kids responsibility as soon as they could handle it!”“I do,” I said. “I expect my kids to...mostly run their own lives once they’re teenagers, if not before.”There was a soft knock at the door, and then it opened.“Guys?” Julia said with a big smile. “It’s time!”“No, not for a couple more hours!” Kara giggled.“Sorry, but you have to marry each other first!” Julia laughed.The girls and I stood up, and I took a deep breath and slowly let it out. As we’d. .:.Andy leaned on the railing and stared across the Thames at the Houses of Parliament. "It feels surreal to be here," he murmured."How so?" You grow up seeing Big Ben and Westminster everywhere. Any time the media reports on the UK they use this scene as the filler. It becomes part of your identity in a way. And then you come here, and see this..."Big Ben chimed out the quarter hour, and Andy paused, eyes closed."And hear that," he continued, softer, "and it feels... weird. I can't describe. I could not even I stopped luking her navel while she is in saree or her breasts or thighs when she is in salwar suits. . . Yep she is damn hotNow coming back to story how it started. I was back in home in summer vacations of my engg collg. One day we met in party where she was alone and she came by taxi. Richa was wearing saree purple color and just below navel. Her blouse was laced one. I was too alone in party. At dinner time we met. We started talking as usual her asking about my college. Her skin looked so smooth and soft. But I knew it wasn’t right, I wouldn’t give in to my impulses."They really do look lovely" I saidShe then smirked and wiggle her toes alittle, again something else that was teasing me to touch them. "What about the old paint on my big toe? Painting them again would make that look better?" she asked.I then focused my attention on her big toe. Moving my head even closer to her foot to get a very close look at her nail. Her Toes was practically touching my face.