Her saree was up to her knees and I could see her beautiful carved legs. There wasn’t a single hair on her legs. I kept staring at her boobs. They w...re perfect and were shaking up and down as she washed the clothes. She noticed me staring at her tits but didn’t say anything. I felt confident that I could get her, but I didn’t know how to confront her.With these mixed feelings I just went out of the house to play with my friends. We played for 3 hours and when I came home it was already dark. I. All women's names. Gouged with fingernails in the soft pinewood of the shelf. The oldest were dark, tinged with dirt and dust, darkened by the oils left by fingers as they traced over the impressions in the wood. As Alex' fingers were tracing them. It was automatic. She touched each name lightly, trying to bond with the ones who had stayed here before her. Alex had no doubt she would be staying here.The dates were in rough columns and there were at most two dates by each name. Two names only. The face was turned away and my heart jumped when I thought that I wanted it to be me. I wanted it to be my body that my son was fashioning with his hands. At any rate I would have found it beautiful even if it wasn’t me and he weren’t my son. He handed it to me and said, “It’s for you mom.”“Oh Adam, it’s great…I love it…you always do such nice things.”He said quietly, “No mom, I don’t always do the nicest things.”I wasn’t sure what he was referring to and I became alert. “What do you mean. It had also given him too much time to think about the odd change in her behavior since Thursday.She came back late in the day on Sunday looking incredible. Toni was a beautiful brunette with a body that was somewhere between athletic and curvy. She came back from the shore with a creamy looking tan, and Mike’s dad radar suddenly went into overdrive. He couldn’t believe a girl as admittedly hot as his daughter could have gone through a weekend at the shore without getting hit on by dozens of.