With her magnificent hair in a braid, bracers over her forearms, a slender sword at her back and a staff in her hand she was a vision that I could not...sight without weeping. My tender, helpless bride that would not release my hand while leaving her ship was now my beautiful warrior partner, full of life and confidence. Her scars had faded into her glorious sun-tan and her hair was flecked with golden highlights. Since we had no mirrors in our cabin I knew that I must bring her before one.I. I opened the door. She came and sat on my bed. She told me to sit on the bed. I sat on the bed.Mom:- Sorry son, I didn’t want to beat you so hard.I lowered my head. She said to me, “Rahul, look up at me.”Mom:- Be honest son. I am not going to tell this to dad if you tell me who teaches you all this stuff.I start crying.Mom:- Don’t cry, just tell me, son.Me:- I saw this on the internet, mom.Mom:- What! Did we give you a phone to watch this stuff?Me:- Sorry mom, I’m not going to do this. I think if you hadn’t been helpless and you whispered something like, ‘You make me feel so horny daddy. You make my tummy feel all fluttery and my pussy gets wet thinking about what we could do together,’ I wouldn’t have been able to wait. I’d have told Janis to drive, and I’d have nailed you in the back of the van,” I said.Holly grinned at me and said, “Do you want to knock me up daddy? Do you have a deep desire to see your little girl get fat, with your baby in her tummy?”I laughed and said,. I hope you enjoy his adventures as much as I have enjoyed writing about them. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Chapter 1: Cyrus’ desire for a new dream It was a typically hot, Mumbai afternoon in September. The monsoon season was coming to an end, the humidity was still nearly 90%, the sun was out, and the city felt like a sweltering bowl covered with plastic film. Cyrus was sitting at his desk,.