Ami boudee ke deke tullam aar ami nijeye giye du cap cha baniye anlam. Boudee amar hather cha peye bhison khushee holo aar amake bollo, “Partho, tom...r bou tamer theke khuub khushee thakbe. Karon tumi khuub caring hochhoo.” Ami boudee ke bollam, “seta porer katha, ekhono otho cholo amra baire jai aar khanik khon ghure phire baire kono hotele kheye ashee.” Boudee songe songe rajee hoye gelo. Ami aar boudee baire beriye khanik khon dhore choupati te ghurlam aar tar Mahalaxmi te gelam. Mahalaxmi te. The art instructor was a well proportioned middle aged woman with an ample bosom and a neatly trimmed ‘landing strip’ above her vagina. Everyone that met her liked her immediately even though you got the distinct impression that her classes were going to be anything but ‘normal’.Jennifer soon realized that this class she had enrolled in was going to be ‘different’ when this gregarious instructor had insisted that EVERYONE should be naked for her classes – men and women alike. It was not fair. I wanted to pause but something else took over my mind; she was going toallow me to decide but it was a path she was piloting along on now. Ihad to get off or follow her lead. We had never discussed doing anygender related stuff but today we were going there and I had betterunderstand that her will would not relent."Samantha, we are going someplace I can't quite fathom," a said in anear whisper.She stepped back, "That won't do Issy, the panty looks silly," shedidn't acknowledge my statement.She. She took a deep breath, but it didn't ease the tightness in her throat and belly. Her face burnt as she realised she was aroused, a deep-banked warmth glowing between her thighs at the thought of piercing her daughter's sex.But she didn't want to stop there, she now understood. The craving she had went far beyond that. She wanted to touch her daughter in ways a mother shouldn't. To kiss her like a lover. To lie with her naked.She took a long, trembling breath to clear away these unwanted.