His mood plunged into an abyss of loneliness. She had turned away from him and walked out of the room. His world contracted to that single fact. The ...ne who hated him when he did the same thing had now done just that. She had rejected his amorous advances, offered a half-hearted substitute which he had rejected out of hand and then just turned without a word and walked away. He couldn’t begin to comprehend what had just happened. He had wanted to give her a nice massage and he knew it was one. Next, she removed her panties to reveal an afro of a bush. The only bush in the room besides my own it would turn out. Basant's young body was plump. Her nipples had almost no color and I could tell she had not yet given birth. Her ass was also big - but defied gravity (unlike Sabah's whose ass hung with a fold over at the cheeks). Finally, all three began to undress Hala who had obviously lost her shyness as she started to caress Basant's nubile breasts. Next, it was my turn. The ladies began. Joc meant romantic love. We really do love each other, and Ash. The three of us.” My dad looked like he was thrown for a loop, almost unable to remain in the conversation, so shocked once it set in what we meant. My mom maintained her composure better, but was still a little thrown. “How long has this been going on?” So I told her about Memorial Day (leaving out the details of the raunchy sex with both Ash and Joc). I continued through the weeks and months until I reached last night. I kept the. Enhance. Enhance. With a zoomed-in camera, her deep hazel eyes penetrated my soul for one fleeting moment when she turned around in her chair. There was a certain something to her look - a longing. A desire. A lust. I had picked my fascination well - Clara had the power to seduce with just her eyes. She was practically a gift - perhaps even a god-given reason for me to be here. I now had an excuse to come to work. Excuses became reasons, reasons became objectives, objectives became my.