Tuje unko kahna chahiye ki yese nahi yase kam karo to achha rahega.Agar mayur ke dushman hote to bhi wo yesha kam nahi karta jesha tum aapna hoke kar ...raha hai. Pata nahi ushe kya hua or khada ho gaya jese hi khada hua sab ke jaan me jaan aai or sab khush ho gaye.wo khada hoke pahele mayur ke paas gaya or ushe sorry bola bad me mayur ki mammy or papa ko bola or unko kaha me shadi me nahi jaunga to sab ek shath fir bole kyu to wo bola me shadi me aaunga to bhi sarab piye bina nahi rahunga or waha. "This happens all the time, I watch the kids for a few weeks while their daddy sneaks his little peaks at me." Her hands clenched in a fist, Bills could feel his blood surge within him. "Then one day, what do you know, something comes UP..." and she looked down at his crotch. She saw what she needed to, she knew just what she was dealing with. This would be easy. "...The little BRAT isn't here. Just Daddy, who thinks he's going to get his jollies off!"Bill fought to get the words he rehearsed. So a part of my plan succeeded. I grabbed his attention. He began to see me as a woman than as his mother. Now that was a success. The next step is I wanted him to reciprocate the same. I want him to have the thought he can have his mom. I want him to come to me as a brave man. So I was wondering what to do next. That is when we as a family decided to go to Pondicherry for a minor vacation. Both my son and I had our college closed for summer vacation.Luckily at the last minute, my husband. Nothing wrong with that, but Debbie would have gotten an eye full. Not sure if I was ready for that kind of drama, especially when Debbie got all giggly when I introduced them to Uncle Dean.We hung out and just ... hung out. Played some games, surfed the net, talked. Pizza was ordered along with breadsticks and consumed in mass quantities. Soda was sucked down until it was gone and we were forced to revert to iced tea.It was while we were watching some stupid show on TV, something that Alan.