It was my turn to follow his gaze. A brown smear covered it, a haze that extended across it. I arched an eyebrow, wondering what could generate such a...large dust cloud.“Not the desert tribes?” I asked. “They could not raise such dust across such a distance. It must extend for miles.”“No, no, a dust storm. They happen. It'll probably hit us as we near evening. It will be a noisy night.”“Dangerous?”“Not usually.” He tugged on his beard. “Though the tribesmen like to use them as cover to raid. They'd never met, but had been in contact witheach other for many months now, and though she could never tell her, Kikithought she was in love with her.The message was another request to meet up. This was impossible, Kiki wasunable to leave her room, how was she supposed to go out into the worldas herself?She looked at the collection of little glass bottles, pencils and brushesin the bin and felt guilty. They were so lovely she couldn't bear tothrow them away. She fished them out with a sigh. Ithink he was really just trying to reassure himself that I was reallyhis son, as I would object strenuously and vehemently to his teasing.Mom, on the other hand, was as nice as pie to me but her teasing, ifthat's what it was, was more hidden. Every time she brought new clotheshome for my sister she would always make sure I saw every item, frompanties to shorts, tops, to dresses, socks and shoes. Always with thesame dialog, don't you think these are really pretty, aren't these cute,don't you. He made me stand and pulled my saree pallu down. He was enjoying the view of my boobs covered in blouse. He hugged me strong pressing his face to my boobs, while his hands were crushing my ass.He was kissing my boobs over my blouse, I slowly got free from his hug and asked him what. He smiled at me and asked for a kiss. I lowered my head to kiss him, he went back pulling me along with him. I fell over him my boobs was crushing over his bald head he was kissing my stomach and my belly button. I.