I stand up and make my way to the door. "You're sexually frustrated, aren't you, Naomi?" he asks me without shame. "What? That is none of your busines..., Mr. Kingston," I growl.He lifts himself from the desk chair and struts his way over to me. His breathtaking blue eyes look down at me and his fingers caress my jaw. "Tell me, Naomi, when is the last time your husband pleasured your beautiful body?"I raise my hand to slap him, but he grabs it and pushes me back against the door. His right hand. Looking in the mirror, I felt I made a pretty good looking woman, and one who looked enough like my hot Mom that it would please Dad and his sons.As I walked into the dining room, my dad eyed me up in my stockings and bra, my dick hanging between the garters holding my stockings up, still showing that I wasn't quite as Mom was. Still, he seemed to like what he saw, coming over and giving me a kiss on the lips, a long, lingering wet kiss that made my cock quiver to attention even though I had. The word doesn’t need adornment, alone it evokes the image of paradise.Except, it doesn’t in my case. Though not hell by any means, my Eden wasn’t the paradise you should find yourself praying for.For you see, my Eden was, and maybe always will be, my community; a coastal Australian town, about five hundred kilometres, though at times it felt more like five hundred years, away from Sydney.Eden was, as you might have guessed, the place where I grew up, a beloved daughter, but, nevertheless, a. ”“Sab kuch soch ke rakha hai aapne,” meine muskurate hue ammi ko bola aur apni pant utarne laga. Ammi bhi apna buqa utarne lagi, “Sab mat utaro ammi”“To kaise karenge!”“Sirf sahlwar utar lo aur burqa kamar se upar utha lo. Sab kuch utarne ki zarutat nahi hai”Ammi ne waisa hi kiya. Unhone apni sahlwar ka nada khol diya aur use nikal kar kone mein fenk diya aur burqa utha kar kamar ke upar band liya. Ammi ki gori badi gand ko meine dono hathon se pakad liya aur dabane laga.“Condom laae ho?” ammi.