Although I live in a quiet road, enough traffic, both wheeled and foot past by for me to feel a little exposed. It didn't take long before we were fin...ished and once again we all trooped around the back."Can I offer you guys a cold drink?" I asked."Sure, that would be great," said the leader who I now know was called Gary.I brought out four cans of coke and I settled down on my lounger."You've got a nicer figure than my mum," said Gary, "but then she is perhaps a little older." I bet you mum. ” vo bole ‘lagti to kam umr ki h !’meine kaha, ”vo baat nahin h, sahen kr legi, sharab pilayen hazur, to isme sahen krne ki taaket aa jayegi.” vo fir bole, iska pyar ka nam kya h? ” ninni”, meine kaha.Vo bole, hm ise ‘munni’ kahenge!Meine kaha, ‘hazur, aapki hi bachchi h, jo aap kahen !”rathod singh khade ho gaye, aur bole, ”tum bhi ise munni hi kaho! . . . Baat ye h ki mujhe munni-type ladkiyan bahot psand h. ” jee, hazr” mein boli.Meine unki niyat bhanp ramua munni ko khada kiya, aur rathod. I pointed the cameraat Sharon who asked what I wanted. I suggested that perhaps one more stockingtop would be nice. With that she sat on the edge of the settee and pulled herdress up to expose her bare thigh. Flash! Then Ian lent forward for a betterlook, Sharon obliged by raising her dress further, and her new suspender beltcame into view with her flimsy g-string. Flash! He then unzipped the back of herdress, which quickly fell away from her breasts. Flash! The look of shock on herface was. That was quite some conversation, wasn’t it? Not the kind of thing a daughter forgets in a hurry. But I was just glad if it helped you a little, mum. Anyway, how are you, mum?”“Fine, I guess. Just missing your Dad, I guess. Wondering if I’m the only one in the sub-division all by myself tonight?”“I know you’re an English major, mum, but don’t be such a drama queen,” she gently admonished me, her tone teasing as well as delivering a soft rebuke. “Dad will be home soon enough, and surely there.