"It's the truth. And why should I want one of them? They have no minds, no curves, they just try to be who they think they should be instead of who th...y are, like you. And they aren't you, mom. I only want- only need- you." But it's wrong," she whispered, resolve wavering in the face of my obvious desire."You keep saying that, mom, but just saying it won't make it true." I've seen those girls. They're much better-looking than I am. And ... and we still shouldn't be doing this." Nonsense, mom.. I sensed a presence in front of me, opened my eyes and Pam was right there. She moved in, pressing her body against mine, and kissed Duncan passionately over my shoulder.Their mouths parted and suddenly Pam’s lips were on mine. With Duncan’s hand on my right breast, Pam cupped my left and she started teasing my nipple as Duncan had been doing. Duncan’s hand in my bush was twisting and pulling my hair. That was a new sensation for me. No-one had ever teased me that way. Again pain and pleasure. She asked whether she can learn how I trade I said I will teach you what will I get she said whatever you want. Then for few days I avoided her just to make her feel that she wants to meet not me.One fine day I went to her place when her parents were not around only his old servant was there. I told that I would get busy from next week for a month then she said OK we can do study tonight. During shopping I learnt that she had a craze of perfume and branded stuff. I took a bottle of “Chanel” one. "There she is! Looking beautiful today!" Mom said proudly... "Oh hunny, are you wearing that top? It doesn't go with that skirt..." she said after taking a longer look."I'll be fine mom" I said, rolling my eyes a little."Suit yourself honey, but the boys will be repelled from you." She said this using boy as plural, but she was only speaking of one boy in particular.With a sigh, I tiredly sat at the table and stared down at my plate. Also like most mornings, it was an omelet."It's your.