The list of do's and don’ts were inculcated as part of my culture from the time of attaining puberty. It surely was way too long a list but these we...e the few I saw my mother abiding by and I too was made to abide by these values. I also saw my mother being physically beaten by my father even on 'mistakes', like excessive salt in food she used when she cooked at home. And when I was a little girl I used to console my mother, but she would tell me it’s the fate ordained by God for Muslim women. No, once again, he’d just acted on impulse, that was all. And she’d… She’d kissed him back. Why in the world had she done that? Though maybe she should’ve taken the opportunity to tell him the truth about Barrington Heights, she mused, realising she’d already let the ideal moment pass. It was becoming difficult to remember why she’d thought it was a good idea to pretend she lived in Gemma’s flat. Worse still, the longer her deception continued, the harder it was going to be to confess. It was. She looked back up into my eyes and smiled, “is this for me?” “Do you have this big fat cock in your pants just for me?” She squeezed it hard and a drop of pre-cum came out of the top of my cock and she reacted like an excited k** that found a piece of candy, “Oh my! Look at what I found! Is that for me too?” She was talking to me in the sweetest voice and all I could do was nod my head and my cock strained to get into her mouth. She looked right at me and smiled as her tongue snaked out. She tried to escape from me, but I held her tight and turned her towards me and kissed her. She somehow managed and escaped from me and went to her room and sat on her bed. I went to her room and said sorry and asked her to continue her cooking. She told me go to the sitting room and sit and watch the TV. I listened her and went to the sitting room. After some time, I slowly went to the kitchen again. Seeing me, she ran to her room again and closed the door. I knocked the door and told her that.