Of course, I love you very much. You mean everything to me. But, you are my baby now. My little baby girl."I was confused. What did she mean?"My love,... I need a man to make love to me, not my little baby. It is time that I had a new husband and you have new father."My heart sank faster than you could believe. I do not know whether it was all the baby conditioning that I had been through or just how my heart felt but I burst into tears."Oh, there, there, my little girl. Don't cry."She pulled me. Ab dayal mummy ki peeth ke sath unke side mai hath chlane laga jis se mummy ke boobs ko vo touch kerne laga. Mummy apne peat (stomach) ke bal leti thi to mummy ke boobs bistar se lage hu the 1-2 bar touch hone ke bad jab mummy ne kuch nahi bola to vo usne Mummy ke neeche hath khusa diye aur boobs masalne laga, mummy uth ker beth gayi aur boli ye kya ker rahe ho per dayal ne mummy ko peeche se pakda aur boobs bhi pakd kiye aur unhe maslna chalu rakha. Mummy chutne ki try ker rahi thi per kamyab. The less privileged lived in overcrowded and rotting houses. Many were refugees who'd migrated not from distant war-torn or famine-struck foreign countries but from the hinterland of the River Thames that had finally been overwhelmed by the rising tide. The traffic in South London's congested roads was a miscellaneous assortment of electric cars and buses, bicycle-driven vehicles and even make-shift carts pulled by donkeys and mules.Reigate was beyond a ridge of hills and thus relatively safe. They exchanged their current contact info and said goodnight. ‘What game was Steph playing with me—on top of what she was doing to Linc?’ He went home and flopped into bed, but sleep would evade him that night.His thoughts ran amuck. ‘Steph is one hot woman. I really love her in the sack. But if she can plan something like what she’s doing to that guy she must have a real nasty streak. Why didn’t I see it? And she’s obviously playing me too. Can I really help her go through with this? It sounds.