George stepped out of his car, then went round to assist a young woman from the vehicle. She was wearing a black skirt, and a blouse, which bore a mot...f from his chain of chemist shops on it. The blouse had several buttons undone.She was short, only just over five feet tall, and of petite physique, with a slim waist and hips, and small breasts. Her 'big hair, ' was dirty blond in colour, and framed blue eyes, and there was a smile on her oval face. That face ... it conveyed such a sexual,. Her honey skin tone, slender legs, her boning fragile with her small hands and feet painted in a brilliant topaz."My name is Jason Saunders," I inhale slowly, all too aware how many other things I want to say and do now I've seen her- things I know morality would forbid but my body burns for. "I'm your son."Meg. My lungs desperately draw in air and I go to grab the doorframe but feel my hand flail. Jason is the son I had at fifteen- I'm thirty-three now which would make him eighteen, though he. This story is about me and my wife and our newly married life and the journey ahead. My wife's name is Alia. Let me start from very beginning. I belong to a conservative family living in Bangladesh, it is a very conservative country and my parents are very religious. I did my engineering and was working for an IT company which after 2 years transferred me to USA. I liked USA so I settled there. I liked many things like culture, freedom, Open mindedness, Living standards, and importance of. And so my story although not as explicit as others I have wrote tells how I turned a lesbian Into a bisexual just by treating her as an equal being friendly and not trying to change her, even going so far as to not mentioning her sexuality at all.As we became friends I started giving her a lift to and from work, and we talked about music, t.v, and what our respective partners did to annoy us etc, exactly how workmates acted.Never at any time did I mention in conversation about her sexuality,.