I bowed.The five men seated on a dais in front of us, returned our bow. Each man wore robes that by the sheer number of layers visible looked extremel... bulky not that their robes mattered, as we were now in yet another ceremony, the third one since we arrived here two days ago. I might have been in a better mood but after two plus weeks just sailing here I was angry that my government made it necessary for Steve and I to do that instead of just getting on a plane and flying where we wished to. ’ He offered the address that sent Jenna rifling through her purse for a pen, before she realized it was printed in front of her, they said goodbye and hung up. ‘Damn, I didn’t even give him my name.’ She thought before tucking the address into her purse along with the pen. Unable to concentrate she left work early and drove over to the address she had ripped from the paper. Pulling up to a two story colonial, she was awed by the wrap around veranda and the beautifully landscaped yard. A pickup. “I’m so glad you came back home,” my mother said. “You don’t need a woman like Rebecca,” she added. “Not when you’ve got your mummy to take care of you.”I gasped, hips working as I fucked at her fist. “It shouldn’t feel so good,” I moaned.“Don’t think about it,” my mother said. “This is just me and you. It doesn’t concern anyone else. What harm are we doing?”The thrill of it rolled over me in a hot wave. It was dirty and taboo. It was wrong, socially reprehensible, an illicit act of depravity. Now three years had passed since that hug and kiss-on-the-cheek took place between Kanika and me. I had kind of forgotten that by now. And suddenly one fine day she turned up at my door on account of Ganesh festival. She had come alone as her husband was busy with his shop and her children with their exams. She had kept her children with my mamaji and had come to visit us and see some of the local ganpatis.She was here for all ten days of the festival. We used to go out on ganpati darshan.