I started prepared the breakfast for all of the family members. Begamsab introduce me to them as a cook instead of my father. I went to the kitchen an... started the work. Begamsab came to the kitchen and gave me instructions about the lunch. She told me that when I feel trouble or any confusion I could call her. All things were going right and when if there was some thing wrong Begamsab pointed out it to me verbally or some time she helped me also practically. When she was helping me practically. He stopped, pulled out and turned the wife over to get access to her sweaty, low wage working asshole. For a moment he thought about the 8 hours the woman had worked and hen picked up her sweaty panties from her clothing to examine. They were soaking wet. The smell was a combination of urine, pussy and ass. Smith wrapped her panties around his face, with the inside part of the panties hanging on his nose. He referred to the woman as a low wage, hard working slut whose sweaty cunt and anus were. ’ ‘What do you mean?’ ‘Remember the house and the family? Remember the men in the alley?’ ‘Yes but what does that have to do with Love?’ ‘Mortals express Love in many ways, they love each other but they also love ‘things’ as well. A family is founded on Love. Parents show their children Love and teach them to love. They teach and learn compassion for others, that is why the woman makes sweaters for people she doesn’t know. Her compassion compels her to love strangers who are in need and she. ‘She’s thirty years old, John,’ she replied. ‘She’s got to do this on her own. I’m getting her in the door, after that she’s got to get the job done. No hand holding.’ All the time I’m thinking…and you’ll be with me while Rhea is thousands of miles away. You’ll be taking care of me while Rhea studies. You’ll be counting on me falling in love with you while Rhea falls in love with someone more her age. I knew it. Sam knew it. And before long, Rhea would know it too. How would she be able to.