Daniel turns to see The tinted black suv. As the windows roll down he first noticed Andrea a beautiful light skinned black woman, and the back window ... pretty older white woman. Hey what’s up? Daniel saysThe back door opens. A black high heel appears. Miss Davina stepped out. Hi Daniel, I’m Miss Davina as she puts her hand out for a shake. He takes her hand, nice to meet you. Are you hungry Daniel? Yes ma’am. Oh manners I like you already she smiled. Wait here with Andrea I’ll get you some. Usko tum kah dena ki jab tak main na kahun kuchh nahin karna..Tum usko is stylese chodna ki wo 10 minute mein jihad jaye.Khud mat jihad jana.Nahin tov mujhe pyasi hi sons padega..Sex k time main tumhare pass aaker so jaugi…Maya k same khula sex karna theek nahin hai….Waise wo jaan to jayegi ki tum mujhe roj chodte ho.Pr wo kisi ko kuchh nahin btayegi…Uski ma ko musa jee chodte the to bhi wo kisi ko kuchh nahi btati thi…Sabhi nukrani ko musa jee chodte the…Pr sabhi nukraniya yahi samjhti thi ki. There was a flood of hormones and emotions which overwhelmed and confused David. He knew what it was like to get turned on as a man. And he knew that it was slightly different for every person. He had experienced being turned on a hundred times in different men. But never– ever– in a woman.This was different. For a man, getting turned on created a desire to conquer... to overwhelm... to penetrate. For a woman– or at least, for Wendy– it was a longing to be held... to be protected... to open. Kuch ek ghante baad me bahar nikla. Maa mujhe dekh kar boli ki kya kehte ho beta? Me samajh nahi paa raha tha ki kesa mu banau… mene kaha ki maa me parivaar ke liye kuch bhi kar sakta hu.Maa boli ki beta tera bhi bhala hoga or vo mujhe mere hi likhe hue book ko samjhane lagi… Maa ne kuch saman ka list diya khareed ke lane ko or me jaldi se saara saman lekar aaya…Maa ne kaha ki chalo is book me likha he ki sabse pehle hame gulaab jal vale paani me saath nahana hoga. Maa ne apne kapde ek ek karke.