Unse unki nazrein jaa hi nhi rhi thi..Mai unke saamne gyi oorr unse bola ..“Ap loog mje plz ek mauka dedijie..Agr aisa nhi hua to mere ghrwale mje b...ht marenge..Orr mje chacha ji k vaha kaam krne k lie sheher bhej denge…”(Mere ghr pe mera maa baap ki bht pehle maut ho chuki thi or mere chacha sheheer mai hi rehte the poore tym…Unone bol rkha tha ki agr kabbhi fail hui to mje sheher kaam krne k lie bula lenge )“Anil sir kuch bolte usse pehle praven sir khade hue…Merii taraf bade…“Tera kuch nhi. ‘Pull yourself together, woman. She’s eighteen now. You knew that she was going to leave soon enough, she’s not a child anymore.’ He said gently. He also felt sad about his daughter leaving but he knew it was for the best and had resigned himself to that fact. Kainene looked a bit worried as her mum carried on crying. She was going to miss them too, but she could not bring herself to cry as she was too excited to do so. ‘Come on, Mum. I’ll pop down to London soon. I mean, who’s gonna make me. .. well ... I guess it’s no big deal after all. I haven’t thought about it much since that mum and her kids passed us in the carpark building and everyone down the street here seems to be pretty accepting off this new trend. I think I did see one other nude couple crossing the street way down the end there a while ago but no one else apart from us and our reflections in the windows. What about you? Are you freaked out like your first time or are you all OK now?” asked Keith.“Yer, I’m fine this. ”Then he led her over to the closet door mirror, right in front of me and told her to hold herself up against it, “I want you to see yourself, watch yourself when we make love.”Holy shit! This I hadn’t anticipated. My wife, my Adriana, was right on the opposite side of the window from where I was standing, watching her, inches away.Nick was behind her, caressing her, running one hand over her tit, pinching her nipple and the other between her legs over her panties, pressing them inside her..