I'm Paulo, his son," the young man explained in surprisingly good English. No doubt he had plenty of practice sweet-talking the tourists, I thought wi...h a slight twinge of jealousy."If you like I come and see what ze problem eez?" He smiled encouragingly and I realised that I really had no choice. It was Paulo or nobody. There was no damn way I was sitting in the dark all evening."Okay, if you could that would be helpful," I conceded slightly reluctantly."I just put some shoes on," he said,. She defiantly ignored the likelihood that by the time she reached adulthood, my wives and I would be just a memory to her.And in the airlock now I had to smile at the political brilliance of the adoption. As my daughter, Kefira now is the inheritor of all the world's promises made to me for the direction of our new society. I made that point very explicit in the adoption ceremony. My heart is at peace now that I'm not helping to return the women to slavery.At 10:55 AM, precisely forty minutes. I was squeezing her boobs and also kissing her neck.Karo na, she said and I moved my hands down from hr boobs to her tummy. I touched her navel for a second, then I pulled the nada of her Patiala. She only had a panty then. I quickly took off my clothes and threw her on the bed.She was lying in bed, her legs wide open, her big boobs and sexy lipstick was the only thing I could notice. I was on top of her, kissing and biting her neck. She wrapped her legs around me tumhara naam kya hai? I. The nausea was over taking me and my friends back just outside the entrance squeezed up as close as possible to offer any assistance to me that they could. Just like that, I felt myself falling back into her depths after one last failed attempt at extricating myself from the boiling cauldron of superheated fluids pooled beneath me. I could not think! All I could do was feel the throbbing need to escape and then it happened. In a single instant, everything exploded. Convulsing I began to.