I don't think he realised the true value of the book. He must have thought I was a tourist who dabbled in magic. This was an opportunity to foist the ...ook on a naïve tourist. I did not disabuse him of his preconception."Real skin," the bookseller whispered conspiratorially as he stood beside me."You don't say," I replied blandly. "Whose skin?"He gave me a dark look and shrugged, making a move to take the book back. I moved it out of his reach and held on to it."What language is this?" I asked. Muze rasteme aate samay suchi ka call aaya ki juldi ghar aana mai tumara khana yahi banadiya hai mai rat 9 pm ghar pahucha suchi night gown may sexy lag rahi thi man kar rahatha abhi iske kapde fadu or patak ke Chondu mai use deakh raha tha tabhi usne kaha janab kaha khogye me hadbda gaya or ander gaya suchine soup banaya tha or kuch marwadi type khana chole or kuch ham ne khana khaya abi 10 baj rhe the tv par axn per movie dhekhane lage movie may kissing seen aya tabhi suchine pucha vishal. At any rate, as soon as I sensed he was up to the first knuckle I said, "O shit", gave a small shudder and threw back my head. "What Mom, what's the matter? Are you OK?'' he said with a great concern and even greater urgency. "Did I hurt you?" "No honey and Mommy is sorry to use a curse word but that just surprised me. Whew! When you put your finger in Mommy's asshole it felt really, really good and that just caught me off guard, it surprised me so. I'm sorry honey, I didn't mean to startle you. She was have some new funiture delivered later that day and wanted to know if it would be ok if I were to come over and help her move the old stuff to the garage. I didn't here the conversation, but what I did here was my mother asking if she wanted anyone else but me for help. With a quick ok, she hung up the phone, turned to me and said Linda wanted my help for a while, I put up a bit of a protest at first, but was getting know where, so agreed. I got myself cleaned up and headed over to.