I got shocked, “hey what happened to you di, suresh is like a son to me”. She said “he have a cock, you have a pussy, will it don’t go inside,...they’re sons for our eyes only, not for our pussy”. I said “hey for that, how can we ask our son to sleep with us”. She said “you are the one seeing them as sons, but they are not seeing us like that”. I said what are you saying, she said “yes, my son’s activities are strange, if it continue it will be bad”. I asked “how do you say it”. What Lakshmi said. I could see him look at me differently. He began to stare at me whenever I exposed. He thought I didn’t notice his looks towards me, but secretly I did. When I wore low hip sarees and was setting up a dining table or washing vessels he used to stare at my exposed hip and navel. Whenever I bend to sweep the floor, he got a view of my cleavage. He also stared at my ass when I walked. I also made sure he saw me changing a couple of times when I deliberately left the door open.So a part of my plan. We have known each other since she started working here four years ago. She is twenty-five years old, five feet tall with hazel brown eyes. Her black hair reaches the middle of her back.Tonight she wore a short brown pleated skirt, with a cashmere V-neck sweater that accentuated her ample bosom. Once I took my seat, Alex asked if she could get me started, I ordered a jack on the rocks. She brought it back and said she will be taking care of me tonight.The three-piece jazz band began to play, I. “Have I been marked? Has someone claimed this particular vajajay?”“Hmm,” he said, and sniffed. “Can’t tell. All right, new theory then. Maybe it’s gay panic. If any man likes semen, then he must be gay. And that puts him in a bind, you see, because he produces the stuff. It comes out of him on the regular, but if he shows the slightest interest in it, then he’s queer, right?”“’Queer’ has a different meaning nowadays. I’ll send you some links to read up on it.”“My point is, he is obsessed,.