..***Nan Boros smiled down at the submissive blonde in front of her andsettled her cheeks just a little more firmly over the lovely she-maleface in th... inner tube, lapping so feverishly. Further back, she heardsounds of male satisfaction pumping behind her. She shivered withcontentment and gently pulled the blonde from her moist womanhood."Well, Margot?" she beamed. ?Isn?t this everything I said it'd be?"The naked Englishwoman shook her breasts in the water and looked happilyupwards. "And more,. We played together and normal games and also keep touching each other but not in adult ways, I never thought about her in any odd way until one day when I went to her house and she came to me and I saw that she was not wearing anything on top except a bra and strap of that bra was down and her one nipple was visible and it was light pink in color I didn’t knew why I was repeatedly looking at it while talking to her and she was also not minding it thenI left but whenever I closed my eyes that. ’ (when did that bastard come?)Aunty- ‘Kya hua?? Jab aap nahi the tab aaya tha. Uski koi meeting thi yahan!! Hua kya?? Deal ke wajah se gussa ho kya aap??’ (What happened?? When you were not here then he came. He had some meeting over here. What happened?? Is it about the deal??)Uncle- ‘Haan. Kya samajhta hai woh!! Bolta hai ki tumhe ek hafte ke liye uske paas bhej doon aur woh ek paisa waapis nahi lega.’ (Yes. What does he think of himself!! He says ki I send you to him for a week and he would. I am no clairvoyant, yet neither is the woman without a face. It does not hurt. Even fading memory of pains and aches that happened a million years ago. Time given- all wounds heal. Yet the mask is still there reminding me of what can and cannot be. Destiny it seemed has played a cruel, cruel joke on me. Do not now or forever think I am heartless just because I fear what is behind the mask. We all have our masks, we all have our pretences that never seem to fade away. I am taught by the.