She was the world's greatest perversion, an enigma, and this was her madness.You see: she wouldn't swear, smoke, or drink alcohol. She refused to laug...h at dirty jokes and she certainly wouldn't entertain matters that she considered 'unseemly'. She imitated her mother in her dress sense. Her skirts were generous in their length and sturdy in their construction, almost dour and Victorian. Her blouses were high around her neck and they hadn't any hint of a bust; and although she wore makeup, it. After I finish the exams she behaved normally.She uses to tie the sari very sexily. She ties the sari 3 inches below her navel, allows having the side view of her breasts and ties the sari tightly so that when ever she walks I get mad at her butts moments. When ever my friends come to my home I use to introduce Cheritha as my mom so that there is no need to explain anything about our relation. Next day in the college they use to say; your mom is very beautiful and I use to feel great for having. I was quite surprised that she was the one to bring the subject up."Oh yes, Sweet Clare, if that is what you desire, I will be glad to love you tonight," I told her with a big grin."Your Sisters and Sisters-in-Law have assured me that there is nothing wrong with being loved by the one who you will marry. They were very convincing, and told me how wonderful it felt to be loved by the one who loves you," she told me, and I could tell that she was blushing big time at this revelation. I was. To be HIS.Oh! To be fucked by HIM! It is a small price to pay to be me. Because ofcourse, HE is the one who made me who I am. Who made me sex. Took away mysilly, residual inhibitions, gave full life to fantasies I hadn't evenyet accepted and bestowed upon me this desire. The man who made me awoman.--------------------------------------Chapter 8For a few seconds it seemed like nothing was happening and William laythere listening only to the sound of his laboured breathing. Then, all atonce, the.