I pictured… Me, I guess, only a little older. I imagined a sad, beautiful, vicarious woman with major inhibitions and no experience — in other wor...s, she LOOKED like me, and that was about it — screwing her face up into a pained expression, clutching the sheets, consumed by how wrong it was to have her mother lapping at her cunt, but growling with newfound, forbidden lust.And the bit about my mom. Hm. I saw my mom once during that week, the following Wednesday, fortunately briefly, and. They were having sex at his bungalow, outside in the garden, while they were stalling his wife by making her cook in the kitchen. All was well for them until unknowingly, their maali (gardener) poured water on the bush behind which they were ‘doing it’. They were caught and in panic Prem let Puji bhabhi out of the house from the back-door. In a rush Pujita got in the auto-rickshaw which brought her here and left in a hurry.“Haah..haah…” she gasped, “Can you… take me… ho…” she was out of breath. "The pizza arrived and the conversion changed to more mundane things suchas the weather. Why is it that English people always talk about theweather when they are trying to keep a low profile?"What's that over there?" Charlotte asked as they walked back into thefresh air."That's a dredger. It's part of the waterways museum. If you want, we cancome back sometime and visit that." Mmm, that's a possibility," replied Charlotte. "However, I've now seen alot about the canal and I don't think I'd want. We vowed from that day forward to never let our pride get in our way again. We never really tried to figure out how we were able to communicate like that until just recently. Does that make any sense to you?”I had gotten so caught up in Greg’s story that I hadn’t noticed that the girls were misty eyed and so were Ann and Joshua.Joshua said, “It makes all the sense of the world! At the time, both of you were overwhelmed by WHAT had happened, not HOW it happened.”Joshua then chuckled, “It still.