”“Do you know where you went?” Kris probed.“I have no ... Yes! Yes, I do. I heard one say that we had just crossed the state line into Connect...icut.”Kris’s eyes widened and she looked at Dad. “The Mann Act — transporting women across state lines for immoral purposes — is still in force, isn’t it, Dad?”“It sure is. And so is the Lindbergh Act,” Dad replied. “My, my! Our felons are on their way to very long stays with room and board supplied by the taxpayers.”“Then what happened?” Kris asked. Kia, i shocked, yes he is my thokoo, i fucked him a few times, and i called him, we have a plan when you both sleep, he fuck me. But i have a different plan, when he sleep, ham doono mill kar afshi ku choodain gay. Kia bakwass hay, mari wife hospital main hay aur main larkian chood raha hoon. Nahin maara dill nahin mann raha. Aur yah kiss tharah ho ga, kia tum nay afshi ku batta dia hay, bari haramn ho tum. I got little upset. Array nahin yaar, yah mari paki doost hay, abhi tak kanwari hay,. This wasn’t unusual, we were very open at home too.I dressed quickly and looked at myself in the mirror. I smiled, I looked a million dollars. “Thanks so much Dad, it’s gorgeous” I said, giving him another kiss. “My little girl all grown up, you’re beautiful darling”. We went down for dinner. I could feel heads turning and looking at us both. My Dad was very good looking too, and really didn’t look his age of 45. The dinner was delectable, with very nice wine too. By the time we’d finished I. “petticoat-blouse” para ma ke pichhon theke dekhte dekhte aami prachando uttejito hoyey aaro jore jore lingo narate laglaam. Oh ki bishaal pachha! Petticoat ta jeno fete jabe! Pardata aaro faak korlam. Hothat ma chomke pichon firlo. Dressing tabler aainay aamake ki dekhechhe? Ek lafe nijer ghare dhuke gamchha niye bathroome dhuke khub jore lingo nariye churanto maja shesh korlam. Onekhon dhare chaan shesh ber hole ma nashta khete daklo. Chaa-nashta diye ma bollo-“madan, shon, aaj kothay ber.