A daughters sacrifice
A Daughter's Sacrifice - Part 1 (wife, M/F, M+F, mmF) "I have to tell you something, Anoop," mywife, Kamal, said. She sat across from me overbreakfast. Bright sunlight streamed through theapartment window behind her back. Kamal lookedstunning as always. She wore just a flimsy chemiseand her cotton panties. That was one thing I likedabout her. She always seemed to be in a state ofsemi-undressed. "Uh-huh," I said. My head was buried in themorning paper. I was following up about the story ofthe...