Weird chills raced down her flesh, exciting her as she had never been before, when, considering entering this room, she considered the mental picture ...f herself standing by the bed with her own son's long thick prick wedged in her softly quivering thighs and her errant husband being sucked by her son's wife only a few feet away from her. She guessed she was going to show Tom a form of adultery he had no way to commit! The taste of martini and the hashish smoke wafted lazily through her. “I like him, Daddy,” moaned Amanda. “But he’s not the right man. I love being with him, but something inside me tells me he’s not the man I want to spend the rest of my life with. I’m sorry.” She looked like she was about to cry.Ron’s hand slammed down on the red bag, and then he waved at Bobby again.“Are you saying that I might help her learn how to find the right man?” asked Bobby.Ron hooted and his hand crushed the green bag.Amanda’s relieved grin split her face. “Yes!” she yipped. “I don’t. “How was Paris? Have the Frogs fully recovered from the attempted revolution? Your sister-in-law had a close relationship with one of the main instigators of the uprising. While you were staying at the Garibaldi’s did she let on as to what happened to those conspirators who escaped? Did Armand Garibaldi confide in you -- he must have been concerned about his chances of becoming a deputy with a Jacobin as a wife?”Palmerston’s questions came thick and fast, and now I had the reason for my. I woke up early and went to the classes. In the evening, I sent mom a reminder about that night’s photoshoot. She texted back saying she had prepared for it.I reached home and saw her preparing dinner, “Hey maa, all set for tonight. Hope you have your best sarees ready”.She lovingly shook her head and we decided to have dinner. On the dinner table, I asked her where she wanted to take the pictures.“In my bedroom of course with the white wall as the background so no one can trace it back”. I.