K storyloki velite, nannu chakalodu, maa palerodu modatisari dengaru, gammattemitante naku teleekunda,chakalodu choostundaga,palerodu vadi gatti modda...o kasideera dengadu, taruvata nenu vaddu ee roju kidi chalu ante chakalodu, na modda chhoodu, dorasani pooku kosam tahataha ladutondi ani choopettadu, palerodu vadi modda to na mokam daggariki vachadu, vadidi inka gatti padalesdu kani choostunte iddari moddalu bale gammattuga undi,nannu kavvinchestunnayi, ayina nenenti, panimanushalato. My eyes flashed open. I was hugging Liz. My head was sitting over her shoulder. Directly in front of me was Dad – sitting in his chair – watching me. Mum was there too – sitting on the arm of his chair – watching me. My eyes stared at them.“Dan doesn’t have it, does he?” They shook their heads. I already knew that. I only wanted confirmation.“Tara doesn’t have it!” I said that with more confidence. They shook their heads. I already knew that too. I was being complete – setting things out. The matching earrings resting in the middle were just as breathtaking. With shaking hands she put them on and went to the mirror. The corset, hidden under the dress had gotten warmer now. That didn’t stop the sensations flowing from it. Running her hands down her slender hips round to her back side she twisted and turned while inspecting herself in the mirror. She couldn’t believe how beautiful she looked. Her hair was still damp but beginning to bunch up. Her modestly applied makeup. I actually look a lot like her and have a lot of the Latina jive inside of me because of her. With that said, we have absolutely nothing in common. She is a typical housewife, some what lame and very conservative. Despite being in her 50's, she is still an extremely elegant and attractive woman. Even when she is wearing her typical "church like" dresses, you can still see that she has a nice body and takes good care of herself. On one night I was out clubbing with my new black lover, James. He.