Deepa started opening my camera bag, to keep her away from it,I gave her a Toy camera to play, I keep this in my bag to keep the children busy while o... shoot. I took out my digital camera and started taking picture of Deepa. After some time Nina asked “your camera takes only children’s photo?” I liked the indirect remark. “It takes anything natural, original, worthy like you.” I said. As expected she repeated the expression of chewing one side of her lip and big eyes, but with more sensuous. She still had a wild mane of hair, but her body had turned into a woman’s somewhere along the way. She had large, firm breasts and hips that made her the object of appreciative attention from men, and an interesting, if not a beautiful face. John had also grown up. He was tall, strong and muscular from years of manual labor. He had lived to regret his impulsive unkindness to Victoria throughout the years, as he watched her grow into the beautiful and interesting woman who now haunted his. " Me neither," says Trish. "I have been trying to put a face to him for the last half an hour."Did we get any pictures of him?" Maggie asks."Except for the first few pictures of ourselves, he took them all." Can you remember his license plate, what state it was from, anything?" asks a frightened Maggie."No."They both look at each other and realize they had been had."How could he have gotten us to do that?" asks Maggie disgusted with herself.Just then they hear a car pull up."Shit," they both. I asked her since when she was fucking those guys and she said just four months…Of course, her faithful husband did not anything at all about this matter…After we finished the meal, Helena drove the car and parked in a lonely garage. Suddenly, from behind a huge pillar, appeared a giant muscled dark skin guy,; a young Moroccan one. He approached to our car and yelled to us in angry:"What are you doing here?" . "This is not a neighborhood for bitches like you."But Helena seemed not to be.