My name is Kiran, I am 30 years old and I have been married to Kabeer, a wonderful husband for about five years. We live in the Karachi, Pakistan in a... nice double story house in a posh locality, just as we like it, nice and quaint and everyone knowing everyone else. Kabeer’s parents live on the ground floor, and keep to themselves, not causing the problems some people seem to meet under these circumstances.As I said the story all started one Saturday morning. I woke at about 7.30 am, Kabeer had. I had just enough time to pull around her, but the move was so violent that the bike hit a patch of gravel. I went down. The pain was real, but I had walked away from more severe pains. The woman watched me struggle to get to my feet, then she climbed into the car, turn it around quickly, then drive away almost in a panic, I thought.. I had been at the start of my tour de neighborhood. I had also been looking for suspicious cars. Ones that might conceal a surveillance team. The blond. He was not used to feeling so out of control. The dogs caught his mood and were restless, getting under his feet, which added to his frustration and pent up emotions.At eight he could bear it no longer and rang Deborah's number. It was answered on the first ring."Hello, my darling Richard!" How did you know it was me?" I have a caller ID like the mobile phones." Oh!" After all the waiting he was totally lost for words."Are you still there?" Yes! Um... er... how did work go?" Fine! Why do you. Was that why she was so responsive to her own child's advances, the looks and the hands upon her legs? Could she truly be so horny, so passionate, that even the innocent touch of her loving child could draw out what was smoldering within her? Another part of her was thankful that the lust was being shadowed by relaxation, as those feelings when with her son were both dangerous and wrong.Was he hard beneath the water, she wondered?At that very second, the cloud of her mind was broken asunder and.