“Ok ok ok” she says with a giggle, letting her dress fall and standing up to hold your hand. Her fingers are glistening wet and you can feel the ...ampness as she pulls out a short skirt and little black shirt and hands them to you. “Change, wear these” she demands with a tone you haven’t heard yet, slightly threatening. She leans against the wall and rubs her hands over her body while you start to change in front of her, playing with herself when you’re standing there in nothing but your pink. Mahale ke larkoon ne kaha“Musaveer Bhai tum kooch arrange karo …apni maa se pooch ker…hum bhi yeh film daikhein”Mein ne apni mother se ijazat li….tau unohon ne ijazat de di….phir uss ghadri (time) per mahalle ke larkoon ko jama kis aur film daikhte that…. Un larkoon main say ek ka naam Naveed tha… wo class 10 ka student tha oor main inter ke second year mein tha oss waqat . Tau Naveed sab say zayada flim daikhne ka shokeen tha.Mujhe Naveed bahut achcha lugta tha…uski hansi…uske face ked. As I opened the car door she slid into the seat, her gown had a slit running along the side, I was treated to a flash of bare thigh and the top of her stockings. “WOW mom dead sexy” I laughed, she playfully slapped my wrist and called me a pervert who ogles old women. We drove to the party and were greeted as a couple, my friends were astounded by the transformation of my mom. Many of them danced with her and complements came from all angles, at last she was relaxing. A slow piece of music. "Jackie, you're starting to get a little obsessive," she told me. "I think it's wearing you down, day after day with Spook. Even when you're with me he's still on your mind. Let's just be normal people for a while, OK? Go Christmas shopping, decorate the place, see a movie, visit an art gallery, stuff like that."Well, I recognized that "stuff like that" wasn't quite the agenda of "normal people," whose jobs didn't just fade into the woodwork come December; only normal rich people had that.