As a little girl in school, I was told by my mother to tell people that my father was dead. So...” She pauses again. “When my friends asked about ...y father, I told them he is dead. I never understood why. Until I got older, when one day our house was raided while my father was visiting and the police searched the house. After my conversation with him yesterday...” She pauses again as she turn in my arms, buries her face on my chest and starts crying. “He is dead to me.”I hold her tight as she. I Hope you’ll enjoy the story. This happened around 15 years back. I belong to a Punjabi family in Delhi. My family was a joint family comprising of my grandparents my mom and dad. This story is about my mom who was in her late twenties at that time, and I was seven or eight years old. My mother’s name is Neeta.She is typically a Punjabi woman with fair complexion, long hair, jet black eyes and good figure. She is around 5’6 in height and has round ass and killing boobs, with dark brown. It’s a crime to charge $8.00 for a pint of beer. I was halfway finished with my beer, alternating between watching planes take off and people watching when I heard, “I will have a Cape Cod please.” I turned my head to follow the voice and took a double take. There was a gorgeous brunette sitting a couple seats down from me. She caught my gaze, looked at me and smiled. I turned my attention back to the runway where a 747 was landing. I finished my pint and asked the “beer” tender for. After kissing and touching her little bit Saqib asked her, tumhein kitnay bachay hein? Baji said koi nahein, then he said tumhari shadi ko kitna arsa hua hai, baji replied meri abhi shadi nahein hui hai. Saqbib nay kaha achha, to kunwari ho, baji said nahein and then Saqib said to phir private chalti ho, baji said haan kabhi kabhi. While talking he was continuously playing with her naked body. Saqib nay Samina ko kaha keh yeh mera dost keh raha tha keh tum randi ho magar mein nahein maan raha.