Who will know? Lots of my friends are doing it. Ha Ha, Ha, I don’t have a sister, so I cannot be called a bahen chood” “What about your mother�...� she asked. “Did you not ever have any urge to fuck her? “Honestly, that idea never came into my mind” “So now that you have accepted the fact , that incest within the four walls is acceptable, will you be making an attempt, to try to woo your mother to fuck you? “No. As my mother will be getting married soon, and be gone, then I will have tough time. “Oh, what the heck,” the balding man said. “There hasn’t been much business in here anyway. Go ahead and see what you want.”Helen smiled broadly, and returned to the cooler. She opened the lid and leaned in, reaching for a frozen ice cream cone, the kind with chocolate icing and nuts on top. Then she turned around to find the store owner still looking at her.“Know what else I forgot?” she said sheepishly, “I didn’t bring any money with me. Sorry I bothered you.”“Guess you got out on the wrong. Unable to handle looking at himself, he stared down at his hands instead.Moments later he was busily painting his nails a dark red to match hislips. He concentrated with all that he had on his task in an effort tokeep from breaking down. He waved his hands about in the air furiously, inan effort to get the polish to dry more quickly, He smiled down at hishands as the polish finally took on that hard glossy shine. It was a veryrare occasion indeed when he let himself go and painted his nails.. "Chris could see the logic. It did make sense to 'ride the wave,' so to speak, but he was a little bit reticent as he went up to the bathroom where Lynn had directed him to for another shave. "I hope this is the only close shave I have this evening," Chris said to himself in the mirror, checking his cheeks, top lip, and chin for that super smooth feel before applying some balm."Oh, and do your legs and your armpits this time," came Lynn's disembodied voice through the bathroom door.Chris did as.