It seems like just yesterday I was reading you bedtime stories, and now, your getting ready to leave for college." He shook his head in disbelief. "Oh...daddy, I'll always be your little girl!" I said to reassure him, but he still seemed upset behind the weak smile he gave in response. "I have an idea daddy, why don't you read me a story like you use to. You could read me my favorite one, you know, the one about the flower." He seemed to really like that idea. He turned to my bookcase, and pulled. Eh dusri raat ki baat hui phir subh hui par maa ki subha to sham ke 4 baze hu maa nind nashe ke wajah se sham ko khuli.Ab maa ka roj ka pina aur arun uncle se chudne ka routine ban chuka tha ab meri ko mare samne chudne me koi problem nahi thi ab mai aur maa jan chuke thae eh hamari life ka part ho chuka maine maa ko choda nahi tha aur maa mujhse chudi nahi thi par badan ke bare me sab kuch jan chuka tha maa ek ek ek body ek til ke bare me jan chuka tha maa ne uncle ke kehane jab ek bar apni. There's something so non-sexual about it all, that it would never cross my mind naturally. Thinking back on it while I was at the gym, she was attractive. I remembered that she seemed to be stacked under her ruffled blouse, and how her outfit looked good on her. Being a man, I figured that even if she was like the other guy, at least she was sexy. If she dressed just as nice each time we met, there would be generous eye candy. Which wouldn't be a bad thing. A month had passed, and it was time. And, a freedom to roister in the broad vista of ideas in the world. Why constrain my body with clothing, but to save the snickering of foul boys, the sideways glance of pious men, and the fear of women whose bodies sagged with age and wear, afraid their husbands might prefer the sight of my nakedness to theirs? I defied them with my bare breasts, a mere eighteen years, already efficacious enough to move the world around me. I felt powerful, if companionless. I was about to let my dress fall to.