My father George was a stout Yorkshire man, and his wife, my mother Kathywere totally straight down the line on everything, to them everything waseith...r black or white, no grey area at all, my father's words to me were,"Bloody hell, my son's a poof, if he wants to do that, then he can pissoff and live somewhere he's not known, I'm having no pervert live undermy roof." As you see, my parents were very understanding and supportativeof me."I packed and left the next morning, with no goodbyes or. But shewas just getting started."These ladies have taken my cash," explained the vision. "So you boysare going to have to buy me drinks. And I am going to be drinking thosecolorful cocktails. Beer and shots are so unladylike."Greg was having fun with this. He (or she) pulled down the hem of thered dress and we could see the legs crossed before us were shaved orwaxed to a smoothness that almost begged us to touch them. He (she)carried a small clutch bag with a mirror inside for putting on a. "Her jaw dropped and she blushed beet red. Tears began to flow down her face."I didn't reply right away because I was enjoying the drama. Then, your messages grew more anguished. You left a voice mail that disturbed me greatly and I tried to contact you. When we finally connected ... well, you weren't interested in listening."Rachel buried her face in her hands and wailed. "Oh, God!" I was the one that called 911 for you. I gave them your cell number because it was the only identification I. Roshan: But, still, not as gross as jizzing on your own mother’s photo!Ajit: Haha. I thought Roshan was the deviant among us. Madhav has been a very pleasant surprise.Virat: Hahaha… Fuck yes!They were all very twisted, without a doubt! All of them were sick.But, Roshan clearly was the most perverted among my son’s friends. He sure seemed the most provocative of the lot. He was nothing like what I had thought of him when I first met him. He was nowhere near the person I thought he was after my.