Her breath smells slightly like garlic as she starts to breathe harder from the growing excitement. She wimpers and grunts like a little pig as I pres... her against the door, sneaking my hands slowly under her scratchy jumper to find some skin. But she pushes me away as I try to pull her shirt out of the trousers: »Wait! Why?« »I would like to feel you!« She thinks about it and says in a little vioce: »Okay then!« She pulls her jumper and her shirt up to her belly button to make space for my. We were quite lucky in the fact that my Mamu Yusuf, had already migrated to Australia some years before. It was at his insistence that we decided to come to Sydney. My mamu was very good to us. He enrolled my mother into university and supported us while she completed her business degree. Mamu was running an import/export business back to India and was quite well off, and this gave him the luxury of extending his generous hospitality to us. My mother has always been the foundation of my life. I. I smiled back, and we exchanged a quick and discrete kiss!"How are you doing?" She said, inquiringly."I'm doing very well!" I replied, truthfully.She looked into my face searchingly for a few more seconds, and then she leaned over and kissed me once again. "Good," she said, apparently satisfied that I was telling her the truth. "I just wanted to make sure you were okay."I gave her tummy a quick pat, and smiling, I said: "There's no need to worry. I'm fine! In fact, I'm very HAPPY!" I'm glad to. " She wavedher hand. "Anyway, you were saying..." Right," I replied. "I remember falling asleep last night and wishing Iknew what costumes we were going to wear." "So you're saying that you had your wish granted? Like a genie?"Jasmine asked."I guess so." My eyes lit up. "Maybe that ring is still there! I putit on my bedside table!"Jasmine shook her head. "No, I didn't see anything strange there.Although admittedly, I wasn't exactly looking for anything. But I thinkI would have noticed.