She knew he was looking, but he didn?t say anything, in fact he wasthinking, wondering what her son, that he was secretly keen to meet,was like and al...so looking forward to showing the boy what his Mumlooked like, how would he react to seeing her like this. He drove,arriving at her home down the lane beside the recycling yard in only afew minutes. She got out of the car carefully, trying to tug her hemdown as she did so, but it was only when she turned that she saw heryoung son standing there in. But as it turns out peewee, I am not going to touch you." With that he turns and walks over to the cabinet where he keeps his cameras and takes out a movie camera and sets it up on a tripod.I watch him move around lights and cameras, until I feel like I am going to be sick. I slump against the pool table and ask in a shaky voice. "What do you want? I am your sister, what's wrong with you. You raped me, you sold me to God knows how many men at the sawmill and you gave me to Timber in the woods.. (Dear Mama, I am your sister’s daughter, was supposed to marry you , it is my fate that they married me to your brother. Until my marriage , from my young age , you came to my village often learnt me the fuck, fucked me repeatedly to quench your itch for a cunt. Now, for you , is your other SIL ‘s cunt more tastier than mine).My Dad: Nenu vachhebd ninka naa suttee paraadtha undae.Inka veraevoel soosiedoubt padtharu anni , dhaanni neekinna mundhru dengthni. (from the time I arrived , she was. I don't need that kind of reputation." But, Babe, look what you do to me," he said, indicating the large lump in his trousers. "You can't keep teasing me like this. I've got to have you. You know I love you."Rebecca sighed. She had known that getting him to take her home would lead to this. She looked up and down the quiet little street. No one was in sight so she scooted over a fraction. The Model T's seats weren't all that wide to begin with and she had to maneuver her way around the gear.