Mai apni parents ki akeli aulaad thi .Mere dad 50years old hain or wo kuwait me merchant navy me hain,and meri mom housewife hain.Ab mai apko apni mom... ke bare me btata hun,wo 5,6 height ki 42 years old lady hain and unka naam surbhi hai.Unka badan behad khoobsurat hai, me bachpan se hi unhe behad chahta tha,kyunki mere dad ki jyadatar ghar se bahar rehte the isliye me or mom ghar par akele he rehte the.Me or mom hamesha ek saath sote the ,jab dad ghar par nhi hote,unke ghar ane par unke saath. She loved Ashley and wanted us to be happy. But there was still just a little sadness around the edges.When we got ready for bed that night, Ashley took care to undress Mary Beth herself. The girls were always loving with each other, though both were clear that they preferred what was between my legs to what was between either of theirs. So, I think Mary Beth was a bit surprised at how lovingly Ashley removed her boots, her shirt, her bra, her jeans, and her panties. Mary Beth kept glancing at. Joy. Laughter. She knew it was no longer her place anymore and suddenly she felt as though she was an intruder, breaking into the house of a stranger. Her hand shook as she re-opened the drawer of his bedside table, drawing out the buried picture frame he’d stowed away but probably never forgotten. Her brown eyes went to his first, shining blue, staring back at her with that smile, ‘I loved you..’ she whispered, touching the cold glass, feeling that chill run up from the surface through her. My recent bout of a typical coughing spell had left me a bit frazzled on the edges and I knew I should probably just head for that isolated line-shack and get far away from Kate, the whiskey, and the risky danger that constantly surrounded me every time I sat down in a card game across from strangers with hard eyes.I walked carefully over to the door staying out of the line of fire. One never knew when some old enemy was plotting to get even for some forgotten slight or insult that was.