She cursed it, but her words lightened, and my fear eased."Blast this darn mohair. It's all fouled up." Her fingers slowed their fury. I watched her f...ce change. Its desperate whiteness began to clear. Her skin flushed as her tension subsided. I saw her eyes, sharp with anger, soften, but they continued to round out, growing wider. They shimmered with liquid. The flush in her cheeks became a deep blush, and she looked at me with a new horror, her memory of the previous minute."My poor babies!". Our house has bathroom at the backyard which is open and water tank on it we used to take bath and wash clothes near the water tank nobody can see at backyard from anywhere when any body takes bath. Since I was a small boy my aunty will take bath in front of me just wearing uncle’s dhothi as bathdrobe. I can see her boobs and buttocks while taking bath. She always wash all clothes before bath and I will help in rinsing and put them dry and fetch water from the tap in other side of the backyard.. Then, one Saturday morning, my friend Shelly called to ask what I was doing that night. I said not much. I was in a rotten mood and she asked what was wrong. I tried to give her a quick answer but, of course, Shelly always wants details. Shelly lives a full, exciting life. And she’d be the first to tell you. She has a girlfriend - and I don't mean as in a friend like me. To the point: Shelly is a lesbian. Which is fine, I see nothing wrong with it. It just isn't for me. I have never been. She was truly an enforcer of discipline to any male or female that received her feminine favors behind a closed door or in the back of a lonely parked car.The detective told me about the bust she had made the night before of a kinky den of perverts that preyed on bored female office workers looking for excitement in their dreary lives. Apparently, they were making videos of the young girls who were all in their twenties role playing in an age fetish game that had them dressed as little babies,.