Aab maine dhire dhire behan ko baato me fasana chahata tha maine kaha aaj tum bahut aacha dance kar rahi thi aur har koi tumhari dance ki tarif kar ra...a tha aur aaj tum lag bhi bahut khoobsurat rahi ho usne kaha thanks bhaiya.Ayesha bahut khoole vichoro ki thi.aab maine uski aur tarif karne laga.aab bahut hi khool ke baat kar rahi thi maine kaha yahan ke jawan ladko se bach ke rehna, tum badi katil lag rahi ho. wo sharma gai aur boli badi tarif karRaho bhaiya, kya baat hai. bich bich me meri. I open the magazine and flick through the pages. It’s Danish or Swedish, but I don’t care, it’s the pictures inside I’m interested in! My heart starts to pound at sights hardly legal back home, of nude women in penis straining poses I can hardly believe, women in stockings and brief underwear, and women doing things with men I’ve only ever dreamed of! I pause at a full page picture. A brunette woman, perhaps thirties, dark hair down just below her pearl ear rings. She’s nude except for black. Realizing a few minutes later that her son wasn't going to touch her again she yawned and opened her eyes, making a big deal of appearing to wake up."Oh, did I nod off?" she asked, sitting up and turning to her son."Yeah mum, about fifteen-minutes ago. I don't blame you, this film is kinda boring." Mmm. I've seen it several times. Boy, I'm tired." It's almost midnight mum. Past my bedtime!" And mine! Don't worry, it’s Saturday. It doesn't matter. Hey, you feel like ditching this movie and. Hey! Damn kids get away from her! I yelled as I kicked an incoming rock into one of their guts and scooped her up. They ran off as I hurridly got her into the passenger seat of the car. I flipped her on her back as I stared into her crystal blue eyes. They were filled with hurt. Once I saw that face, it broke my heart into a billion pieces. I cradled her face, kissing her cheeks as I looked into her eyes. Are you okay baby? I ask worried. Im fine daddy. she says as I wipe away one of her tears..