I was f******n and a pretty savvy girl for my age, but more, as dad and I were like separate entities leading our existences together, dad was my sole...guardian, ever since my mother left us some 10 years back.We both learned from each other, sharing our experiences, almost as if we were married, in fact, according to dad, having me in the home now, reminded him of what it was like when he first married mum, only I was younger and prettier, and for that reason, bore no malice or sense of. Evem rittu while serving me snacks told me gulp off my drinks quickly.I knew something was going fishy goimg on and then soon after having few drinks I pretented to be drunk and dozed off to sleep.Soon reminder came to check that really have I gone to sleep as tried to shove me off here and there but since I was acting well they realy thought that I was drunk and gone off to sleep.since my eyes were closed and soon I started hearing loud voices of happy and reminder and cheering their glasse. He was your typical salesman. He was outgoing, gregarious, flirtatious, fun to be around, the real life of the party. We would go out with him when he came to town. He flirted and paid a lot of attention to me, while my husband just got drunk. I found myself increasingly attracted to him. I went to a conference one week and even picked up a guy who reminded me of him, but the guy could not get it up. Shit, here I was ready to cheat on my husband and I couldn't even do that right. A couple of. Norman's hands were shaking as he took picturesof his hot Arab-American wife. Standing on the sand, she lookedthe prize of some desert sheikh, a harem girl stripped down forher master. The only problem was the giant black man kept gettinginto the picture."How about you take that top off now?" asked Xavier. "Let yourhusband get some nudes."Ameena was kneeling, legs parted, arms behind her back, holdingher hair up. She turned to look up at Xavier. There was a longpause and Norman almost thought.