This was my mom, not Vera! I though about returning to my bedroom, but I didn't. This was too exciting for me. I watched intently as after my dad woul...d take her picture, he would talk to her and direct her on how to pose for the next shot. He told her to sit on the couch for the next picture. He told her to spread her legs wide and to put her hand between her legs and rub her cunt. She sat down on the couch and I watched, as my mother rubbed her beautifully trimmed cunt through the opening in. "I designed it myself and I'm off across the pond soon to market it there. I reckon it'll make millions, Mate."It was all a bit too much to take in at once so I hobbled out into their kitchen to collect my kit and stow it away in one of the many waist-high cupboards of my purpose-built flat.Frank had disappeared by the time I'd finished and Mo told me he'd gone into town for a business meeting, "He's really excited about the alarm," she said. "I think it's a brilliant invention, the best thing. "Not 'the books'. Oh please no not that!" Yes, 'the books'. My creation. Almost my child. Yes, that was the subject of your wretched pen. Had you kept your nonsense to yourself, no harm would have been done. But no, you had to publish on the web. You perverted my story, and set up what you wrote in competition with my own, a dirty, nasty alternate version of my tale. You developed a large, if underground, following. My fans believed in love. Yours believed in - well, I'm not sure what they. Dosto kya batayu usse dekh kr to bs dil kiya abhi sali ko chod dalu. Usne hug kiya aour sath mai baith gi. Bs rat ho gyi thii movie dekhne ke baad ham wapis aa rhe thee.So i asked her ki ghr jana hai wo boli bore hi hoti hu ghr pe akeli kya krugi maine pucha tumari sis she said wo apne bf ke sath bhr gumne gyi hai kal tk ayegi. So maine moke ka fayida uthaya aur kaha ki kio na.tumare gar par chale aour masti kre.She said y not she looked happy. So ham uske ghar pohnch gye. Idar udar ki baaten.