"Yes mom, stand over there, against the wall." I indicated her towards the wall.Mom looked so nice against the wall her beautiful skin and the grey wa...l contrasted very well. Mom had her hair in a bun, she wore a pink bindi on her forehead and she just wore some bangles on her wrist. She just stood there with both her hands on the side, she looked expectantly at me waiting for the instruction, while I thought she would instruct me what to do next.We both waited in silence for the instruction,. But she knew it wouldn’t feel right otherwise also she’d completely forget wherever she’d moved them to. Theresa took a breath and sat on the bed, her gaze on the picture of the beach before her. It wasn’t long before she felt the bed move behind her. She started to turn her head to look at him but her action was stopped by his voice. ‘Don’t move.’ The command gentle but stern. A pout was visible as she complied turning her head back to face the wall. She soon felt his arms wrap around her. They don’t need the money to help raise them and wouldn’t let me pay child support. Do you think that watching this is going to get my motor running?” I asked.They were talking about it, and I watched for most of them to get taking a drink when I said, “Oh. My parents adopted my three-year-old, so her brother and sister are also her aunt and uncle. Better yet, my daughter is my sister.”Now that is fucking funny. Eight of ten girls with soda coming out of their noses.Janey hadn’t heard what I. Her name was Vidya. She was working for a private firm at Kottayam district. She was a divorcee at the age of 28. So I got to know why she came to me. And this, I introduced myself to her. We didn’t exchange our numbers or photos. And then again the chat continued for another one week and we both were ready for it. We both exchanged our numbers and photos.It got us a bit more closely. She was looking a bit modern along with her wheatish complexion, fleshy body and straightened hairs. That night.