'Dear husband do I have to be a porn star?'
I am Sarojini, daughter and only child of my parents. My life story is bewildering. It was quite normal till I was 18 and then it became different. Middle class society in Chennai, India where I lived is very conservative where sexes do not mix. My problem was quite simple; I was bad—I like men. All young girls do but I am open about it. I am outgoing by nature. I make friends easily and if a young man asks me to a movie if I like him I accept. I had many friends. One thing will of course lead to another and it was not long before my parents got to know of my life style. 'Saro, you have mud smeared all over you', said my mother one day, "you will not get any offers.'
Western readers may want to know who makes these offers and what for. The offer is for marriage. No, not a man proposing to a woman; it is someone telling the parents that a son or daughter of so and so is a suitable match for their daughter or son. This is step one in arranged matches. In Western countries I believe men and women decide whether they marry or not and if they marry the person they marry is their choice; parents have no say whatever. Not so in India. Getting a groom or bride for the daughter or son is one of the great responsibilities of parents, especially for daughters. A complex system is in place to further this end.
The best offers come from friends and relatives and even acquaintances near and far. Everyone has eyes and ears open looking for prospective brides and grooms for children of relatives and friends. It is not unusual for sworn enemies to pass on useful information through common friends. It is a reflex. A young man who keeps bad company or is known to drink or take drugs is not likely to find sponsors and nor would a girl who visits movie theatres with boyfriends. (The door is by no means shut for them. Marriage bureaus, matrimonial columns in newspapers and the Internet neatly bypass the filtering effect of this relative/friend network.)
Once the parents are satisfied and the girl or boy have no objection the next step is exchange phone calls, emails or letters and soon the prospective groom and his parents visit the family of the bride (never the other way about) and if boy and girl like each other and the elders approve the wedding takes place.
My mother's prediction, happily for all of us, proved wrong. I had an offer from a family of our caste in Bangalore 200 miles to the West. They were in the business of taking videos of marriages and other events. The young man and his aunt and a young girl in her early 20s came for the traditional bride viewing. Kishore was 27 years old, above medium height and very handsome. I fell in love with him at first sight. His parents had died when he was in elementary school and his mother's sister who brought him was in her village and was not able to come. The aunt, his mother's half-sister could not be more than in her early 30s. The young girl whom I thought was the sister of Kishore was really a cousin. The family must have been blessed with good looks for the aunt and cousin were good looking especially the aunt who had movie star elegance about her. Kishore liked me and three months later we celebrated our wedding in style.
The nuptial event was in the bridal suite in one of our Five Star Hotels. For the first time in my life I had the pleasure of a tub bath. In water scarce Chennai even if one installs tubs in bathrooms there is no way one can fill it. I immersed in the warm water for quite a while. After the bath I stood naked in front of the full length mirror and examined myself. My friends say I have a pretty face; I have wide hips and narrow waist. I am sure my husband will like my smooth shaven vulva but my breasts were a concern. They were nice and large but had acquired noticeable sag from numerous fondling. Would Kishore notice the sag? Would he be looking out for blood smear of hymen rupture on the sheets? For a brief moment I thought of the pricking myself with a pin to get a blood spot on the sheet but I banished the thought with indignation. Promiscuous I may be but not a liar and cheat. Anyway Kishore who was unlikely to be a virgin had no right to expect his wife to be one. I emboldened myself to deal with the situation if it should arise. It did not.
The gentle precision with which he touched every one of the sensitive spots I knew and the sensitive spots I did not know even existed was unbelievable. I cannot imagine any man having hands so soft. When he plucked my nipples with his lips I moaned. His penis stretched my vagina in a manner the previous three visitors had not done. For the first time I sensed what I believe is the G spot and when he pressed on it I moaned and soon I was screaming softly in orgasm. We had it three times that night and several times on the three days we honeymooned in the elephant sanctuary in Tekkady. After three wonderful days we were on a flight back to Bangalore. Pratap, one of Kishore's cousins in his early 20s received us.
We were on the road for almost an hour before reaching home. It was well away from the city. The house was a solitary construction in the midst of uncultivated dry land. High walls surrounded the house which was hardly visible from outside. Kishore pushed open the heavy gates and Pratap drove in. The house appeared like a box with windows set high up. Inside there were mezzanine floors one on each of the sides with independent stairs to reach them. The ground floor was a long wide hall with rooms opening into it from one side and kitchen and bathroom on the other. There were rooms in the back part which Kishore told me were the labs for their photographic work. Kishore and I had the two upstairs rooms on one side to ourselves. The rooms were fully open on the house side but had no windows on the outer side. That was the reason why the house looked like a box. The large windows in the ground floor were too high for one to look out and for those from outside to look in.
I of course had met the family but in the midst of wedding festivities I hardly got to know them. The aunt, Pushpa and cousin Kanaka I have met when they came home to see me. Pratap drove us from the airport. There were two more cousins, Dilip, a young man about Pratap's age and a young lady Vidya maybe a year younger than Kanaka. All of them were very good looking and what is more resembled each other closely enough to be mistaken for siblings including the youthful aunt.
We continued our honeymoon activity for two more days after which I joined in running the household. Curiously they did not employ servant maids. We never had visitors. There were no neighbours for the nearest habitation was a few hutments some distance away. But one did not feel the absence of people around for the aunt and the cousins were a boisterous lot making enough noise for a dozen households. In the midst of such friendliness household chores became not just easy but fun.
On the third day all the three men left before day break. They had an assignment of video graphing an international conference in Bangalore. They were away for two days and the day they returned they shut themselves in the lab till the DVDs were dispatched. Pushpa told me that during the height of the marriage season they would rarely see the three men who would be either away on assignment or locked up in the lab.
I had been a week in my new home and it was time for a review. I liked my new friends and the surroundings but there was something that disturbed me. The location of the house in such a lonely spot, the high walls, the absence of windows for the upper floor rooms and high windows in the lower floor, absence of visitors including servant maids, inmates all young and attractive and topping it all their business of producing videos all seemed to point to some secret activity and I strongly suspected what it could be.
I am a fan of Rajinikant the super hero of Tamil movies. I have not missed any of his movies including the earlier ones that came out before my time in which he was always the villain. My new home reminded me of one of his earliest movies titled Gayathri that I had seen in a TV rerun. The outline of the story is as follows: The hero brings home his new bride. His sister, an uncle and a young servant girl are the others in the home. One night, not finding her husband by her side, she ventures out of her room. The house is dark but light is filtering through the slit in one of the closed rooms. Sensing that something unusual was going on she moves silently. She hears voices behind the closed door. Softly she tries the door. It is locked. She peeps through the key hole and sees the servant girl in scanty dress with her husband making love to her. The other man was shooting with a movie camera while the sister was directing. With a supreme effort of will she steadies herself and moves silently back to the room. She examines the room and finds places on the shelves specially created to hide movie cameras and suddenly she recollects that while making love her husband always brightly lit up the room. She is devastated. The story takes a complicated course but as could be guessed it ends in tragedy.
I was absolutely certain that I was in the midst of porn movie producers and actors and quite possibly was already a star. It was shocking but I was not overwhelmed. The girl in the movie was an innocent creature. It was too much for her. I was a woman with premarital sexual experience. I knew I could handle it. But I had to bide my time. I cannot confront my husband on suspicion alone however strong. I examined the bedroom but there were no possible places to hide a movie camera. I could wait. I had to wait just three days.
I am an early riser. I go down and make coffee and bring it up to my room in a thermos flask. That morning I was at my desk sipping coffee as I checked my email. I could look down the hall below. My room was on top of the rooms below. On the opposite side were the bathrooms and the kitchen. The bathroom opened and Vidya got out wrapped in a large bath towel. She stood before the dressing table mirror in the hall and removing the towel from her body she wiped her luxuriant hair. She was totally naked. Dilip and Kanaka came out of their rooms. Dilip pulled a stool and sat in front his naked cousin as she was attending to her hair. She had done with wiping her hair and was combing it. A naked young woman was combing her hair and a young man and woman were in front of her and all three were talking as if nothing unusual was happening. I sensed a movement in a corner. It was Pratap with the movie camera.
I was able to hear their voices but was not able make out the conversation. Dilip must have been commenting on her breasts for she looked at them and with her hands gently patted them. He must have commented on her vulva too for she bent down with thighs slightly parted apparently to check on his comments and then Dilip got off his seat and taking a step forward he rode the tips of his fingers on her vulval split and then they embraced and kissed. From below I could hear aunt's voice from the kitchen. 'Not now Dilip,' she said. 'Please auntie', said Vidya, 'we won't take too much time.' 'OK, OK.' said aunt, 'quickly, I need you here'.
They hugged and kissed and there was ample pelvis grinding. Then Vidya pulled off his shirt and with some help from him his pajamas. Both were naked and were in a tight embrace lips on lips and genital on genital. Kanaka stood by watching them but not with undue interest. This to her was not an unfamiliar sight. Still holding each other they moved to the divan. Vidya lay ready to receive him and he was on top. From my perch upstairs I could see them in joyous union. Pratap meanwhile was now out in the opening capturing the scene. Soon they climaxed and lay hugging each other.
I now had the proof I wanted but my reaction was anything but confrontational. It was something very different—I was trembling with sexual excitement. My vulva was wet and my undergarment already sticking to my crotch. I could sense Kishore standing behind me. I was so hot that I stretched my hands backwards and embraced him round the small of his back and pressed his penis between my shoulder blades. It was hard and rigid. I turned round and pressed my face against his penis. He held my head as I nuzzled his penis. He lifted me by holding my arm pits and we were in a tight embrace. The door was open but I did not care nay, I liked it that way. We were soon naked and he was on top of me. My wetness had spread all over my lower abdomen and inner part of my thighs. Kishore stretched my vagina that day as it has never been stretched before. We had massive orgasms and we lay exhausted on each other's arms. It was a day I will always remember.
"You need an explanation," said Kishore a little later, "for what happened just now."
"Kishore I am frightened." I said.
"Frightened of what?"
"Of going to prison," I said.
"Why prison Saro," he said holding me firmly by the shoulders.
"Selling pornography is a crime isn't?"
"Let me explain. First I assure you that absolutely nothing that is illegal goes on here.
"Nothing?"
"Yes, nothing. All those in this house are 18 or above and are legally adults. We are responsible for our actions and I believe we are all smart enough not to involve ourselves and others in any sort of trouble. If Vidya wants to go naked within the four walls of the house she has the liberty to do so. If Dilip kisses her he can do so with her consent of course. If he wants to have sex with her he can and if they choose the hall for it why not? Taking video of what happens in homes is perfectly legal."
"Selling pornographic material is not," I said.
"Not if you are selling the product in a country where such activity is sanctioned by law."
"Where?"
"In Eastern Europe."
"Why there?"
"Eastern Europe has less contact with India than any other part of the world. We would not like that material filtering in. Privacy concerns and nothing more."
"Am I expected to star in these movies or am I already hot property in Belgrade?"
"We do nothing, absolutely nothing in this house without consent. No hidden cameras and not trick editing. Those who participate see the final product and only after everyone has approved do we export it. Participation is your choice. Any more questions?"
"Several. Letting a stranger like me into the family secret must be dangerous. Why did you risk it? Did you not consider that you may hurt me badly?"
"We researched. It is that simple. We knew you were not the inhibited, narrow minded, false modesty type of girl."
"So even as you came to see me you knew my history."
"Yes. Annoyed?
"Yes, of course."
"But why that bemused smile."
"Funny when I think of the ruses I thought of to make you not suspect that I may not be pure."
"To my best knowledge you did not try out any of them."
"I did not. You know why? I do not cheat. Right or wrong I do things openly."
"Same here," he said. "We will keep it that way." We hugged and kissed with new warmth.
"I am just asking to keep the record straight. Have you had sex with the other women in this house?"
"All the three men in this house have sex with all three women. It is not related to professional needs. We have it when we feel like it. Our movies are not scripted and staged. Spontaneous activity is shot. What you saw this morning is a sample. This makes them so real that our products sell well. You decide where you fit in. It is your choice totally and as I am your husband you can choose for me."
"What do you mean?"
"If you want me to be yours exclusively you have the right to demand and it is my duty to abide."
I did not give a verbal reply. I rested my head on his chest as a mark of trust.
Two days later I was in the thick of a porn movie.
I could not have imagined that the breakfast table was to be the scene of action. Kishore was at the table end; I was next to him to his left with Dilip to my left. Kanaka was in front of me and to the right of Kishore with Vidya and aunt to her right. We had not started breakfast when Kanaka got up and bending forward hugged and kissed Kishore. This was the signal for action and Pratap appeared with a camera. Kanaka deliberately removed the pallav of her sari and held his head against her breasts. 'No, don't,' said aunty, 'he's your brother, it is wrong.' But Kanaka was not listening. She removed her blouse and bra and was pressing her bare breasts against his face. By this time Kishore had recovered his poise. He was sucking her. The cameraman was busy going round recording the scene but the rest of were having breakfast as if nothing unusual was happening. But not aunt.
Aunt got up and came round and tried to separate the love makers rather like a referee trying to separate a couple of welter weight boxers. She was crying out loud that brother and sister should not be doing that. Meanwhile Kanaka removed her sari and skirt and was naked. Kishore's dhoti and shirt were off and he was naked too his erect penis flaying about. Kanaka's buttocks were now resting on the edge of the table; her thighs were widely apart with the moisture pouring out of her vulva. It was no acting. The girl was in the throes of top grade sexual excitement. Kishore was in front with penis ready to penetrate. 'Saro you husband is fucking his sister,' aunt was saying, 'do something.' I did what came first to my mind. I took hold of my husband's penis and inserted it into Kanaka's vagina. As the penis smoothly slide in I could hear aunt screaming but the other breakfasters were clapping.
My duty done I went back to my breakfast. Even if we had been playing to a script we could not have achieved the nonchalance with which we breakfasted in the midst of such thrilling activity. The table was shivering from the movement of the lovers and soon it was shuddering, and then it happened. The climaxes of the two must have coincided to perfection for the breakfast dishes were rattling and we could hear Kanaka's soft screams that reached a crescendo and then subsided. The two were panting from the exertion. But what of aunt?
Aunt was looking on dazed. Her mouth was open and her eyes glazed. It was almost as if she was in a trance. Dilip rose from the table and held her by her shoulders and led her to the sofa. He hugged her and tenderly kissed her on the forehead and then the cheek. Aunt responded by hugging him. Gradually Dilip's mood changed. He was now kissing her on the lips, a proper lover's kiss, and aunt was responding. They were soon kissing in frenzy. And then Dilip deliberately undressed her bit by bit and aunt was moving this way and that to make his job easy. When her breasts got exposed she giggled like a teenager and when Dilip uncovered her vulva it was funny seeing her trying to cover herself with her hands laughing the while. Dilip was on her as she leant back on the sofa with thighs widely separated. Pratap was in position camera held low down to record Dilip's penis slide into aunt's vagina. It did not take them long to climax. The lovers, both pairs, where resting in each other arms on the sofas while we finished a leisurely breakfast.
Later that night the DVD was ready. I viewed it. Our men must be expert technicians and editors for the final product was simply magnificent. It was not the muscular exercise of most porn videos I have seen and I have seen a lot. In due course we had reports of the popularity of the video in our markets. Kishore explained that incest has a high rating in porn videos hence taking advantage of similarities in facial appearance they make it appear that the actions are incestuous. I asked him point blank if Kanaka, Vidya and the rest of them were siblings. Kishore assured me that they were close cousins but were in relationships that most religions permitted. He also said that regular customers were making queries about the new star, the wife who inserts husband's penis into his sister's vagina. Yes, I was expected to star in their movies. Soon I had to decide one way or the other.
I had some very deep thinking to do. For one coming from a respectable very conservative middle class family from a society where the sexes do not mingle I had now to take a decision on making a quantum leap into becoming a full-fledged porn star, no less. But then I am not like other South Indian girls from my socio-economic class. I have no hesitation in moving freely and on very friendly terms with young men. I have been kissed and fondled by many and I have had sex with three men before my marriage. I had no problem undressing before men. I must confess that when I do so I feel a tingle all over that I rather like. Yes, I am hard wired for being a porn star; then why not?
There was another point I had to analyse. What we were doing may not be illegal but I was sure we were teetering close to the very edge of illegality. What if the movies trickle into the Indian market? Porn knows no boundaries. Porn viewers don't care if the language is Russian or whatever? What if someone recognizes me? Well the chances are that they will think it was someone resembling me. I spent several hours in thought and finally decided that I would chance it. I enjoyed the life style of the family I had gotten into and decided I would be a faithful member.
The question whether I would mind having sex when others are watching did not arise. I would love it. As for being unfaithful to my husband that point was quite irrelevant for a person who has video recording of inserted her husband penis into another woman's vagina.
I was sharing my morning coffee the next day with Vidya and Kanaka. I asked them how their life style evolved. Both in their eagerness to tell me their story were tripping each other up.
"Saro," said Kanaka, "as a family we were rather loose in matters concerning sex. When we became producers of videos of weddings the move into porn followed inevitably."
"Tell her more about our family Kanaka," said Vidya.
"We are from a village near the Vaigai Dam in Madhurai district some 500 miles to the South. My grandfather and his brother were the heads of the joint family which consisted of their wives and children, their concubines and their children all under one roof."
"Our fathers had concubines too," said Vidya. "Rich landowners all have concubines. That is village culture. Our relationships are so tangled that drawing a family tree would be well-nigh impossible."
"We were very prosperous," continued Kanaka, "with rich agricultural lands irrigated by the Vaigai River, but tragedy struck first when an influenza epidemic that ravaged the South of India took away many of our family including both grandfathers and then came this crushing blow: the Vaigai Dam was built the best of our lands got inundated and all we got was a pittance as compensation.
Kishore who was just out of college decided the future of our family was not anymore in agriculture. He had qualification and experience of taking video professionally. He and aunt who is mother's half-sister came here to Bangalore and started this business. One by one after college we joined them.
"Producing porn videos must have been in Kishore's mind when he came here," said Vidya, "as you can see from the way he has designed the house. We produce a special type of porn. We call it family porn. The actors are all of one family. We all resemble each other so closely that we are able to make it appear that the relationships are all incestuous. This is a great selling point for porn."
"Tell me more about being loose in matters concerning sex."
"We are totally without inhibition," said Kanaka. "In our family sister bathing in the nude when brother or cousin is shaving was the normal thing to do. We do not even turn towards the wall."
"Once Dilip was shaving while I was bathing. He commented that my pubic hair was bushy. Thereupon at my request he shaved me." Vidya giggled as she said this, a sort of bubbling giggle. She seemed to take a lot of pleasure in narrating juicy secrets.
"Weekly oil bath was also a time for more frolics," said Kanaka, "we women would like our men to rub oil on our scalp and massage our muscles. We would be wearing shirt and blouse at the start but soon we would for all practical purpose be naked and our men would ignore muscles and go for softer parts."
"But this will surely lead to looseness in sexual conduct," I said.
"It does," said Kanaka. "I have had sex with all my cousins."
"Brothers?"
"I have none," said Kanaka, "but even if I had I would not. We draw the line there. We are not very secretive about sex. When indulging we are not very particular of closing doors and windows. On hot days if there is power outage we all move to the airy hall and sleep on mats. I will always be awake and alert for some one or the other will move over and they will have sex. One day Pratap and I unknown to each other were watching Kishore having it with aunt. After a while Pratap moved to my mat and we had it unmindful of the others sleeping in the hall. I slept after that but it would not be a surprise if the fucking epidemic had not spread from bed to bed."
"In our household," said Vidya, "it is impossible for girls past the age of 18 continuing for long as virgins. We are all on the pill. We are not ashamed to say these things about our family. We consider ourselves blessed."
"Blessed?"
"Yes, truly blessed. When I was in college many of my class mates were hungry for sex but had to wait for the day when they will be married which may even be in their late 20s and even 30s. We never suffered such agonies."
"I am curious to know how they came to know of me."
"You know Saro," said Kanaka, "our caste is a very small one. There are elders of our caste who keep tag of the all the families. One of them told us about you. He also cautioned us that there were rumours that you had the reputation of having boyfriends."
"That precisely what you were looking for isn't," I said and both the girls giggled.
"To be honest Saro," said Vidya, "we were rather worried about how you may react. That day when Dilip and I united after my bath we saw you watching us. When Kishore came down we crowded round him asking for your reaction. When he said that you were one with us we were all immensely relieved."
"Was making me a porn star part of the plan?"
"No," said Kanaka with vehemence. "Taking part or not is your choice, but I can tell you this, you have a presence that will make you a stand out performer. You have to take the decision and not only that you have to organize the show."
A tough ask but already a plan was forming in my mind.
The next morning when I was rummaging through my clothes I picked up a scanty dress that I have not been using for a while. It was something I used to wear at home as a teenager when my dad was away on his official tours. He would not have approved of it. Not that my mother was different but I usually got away with it. Why not make a start wearing it. I was taller and a bit stouter and the dress was on the tight side and came above mid-thigh level. It was just what I wanted. I wore bra and knickers and pulled the dress over me. I had a plan. Step two will follow if the reaction to step one is what I expect it to be.
The first person to see me as I descended the stairs was Pratap. He let out a raucous wolf whistle that brought Vidya the rest to the scene. Vidya's screech was ear-drum piercing. Everyone liked it Kishore more than the others. And then I spilled coffee on my dress. It was not accidental. I had to run up to my room to change and I changed into another dress of the same design but this time without bra and knickers.
Experts that they are they saw the change and read my thoughts as if I had spoken them. Pratap and Dilip soon materialised with their video cameras. The rest of us went about our jobs as usual but with the dress hardly reaching up to mid-thigh and the neck line low and the sleeve openings of the sleeveless dress as wide as it can be there was ample scope for the cameramen to record those parts the body the dress was supposed to hide. During the course of the next hour the cameras followed me as I went about my chores. Maybe I was bending down to pick up articles on the floor more frequently than was necessary and climbing the high stool to reach for items on the higher shelves that others could have done and maybe while serving breakfast I could have gone round to serve rather than stretch from one end with one leg up in the air.
I cannot say what effect my antics had on those about me but I was sexually so greatly aroused that I could feel moisture seeping out of my vulval cleft. I secrete a lot but that day I poured. The moistness about the vulva was bright and clear in the video and made quite a splash. I made no attempt to hide my arousal but I had to do something lest I burst.
"Pratap," I said, "I am in dire straits. Help me."
He thereupon handed the camera to my husband and we hugged. I fell backwards on the sofa with my dress all awry. He was soon naked and apparently as hot as I was for his penis had hardly settled in my vagina when he ejaculated in huge spurts and I got my climax in waves. I lay spread-eagled with Pratap on top of me.
"Satisfied?" he asked.
"Nope," I said, "send in Dilip."
Dilip must have anticipated the call for he was standing in line with his clothes off and from the corner of my eye I could see Kishore standing behind him.
"How does it feel entering a vagina that is already full," I asked Dilip. I have read that it is a great feeling.
"Delicious," he said. This was the first time I was having one man soon after another. I was not sure if I would climax. I did climax and when Dilip left and Kishore came in next I climaxed once again. I lay completely exhausted in his arms.
"I want to go up and wash," I said when I felt better.
I got up and took my dress and crumpled it and held it against my vulva in order not to spill the triple load of semen. My gait as I went up the stairs with weak knees holding the dress against my vulva was inelegant but in the video there was a piquant charm about it that made it a hot sell. That is how I became a porn star.
The months that followed were very happy and productive ones. But good things have a way of ending. I must admit that the life I was leading was exciting but secretive existence behind high walls was a severe strain. It had to end soon but when it came it was sudden and as unscripted as any of our videos.
It was our wedding anniversary. The celebratory dinner was over and we were rounding off the meal with my favourite Peach Melba.
"Kishore," I said, "I have an anniversary gift in mind. You have to promise me that."
"Darling, you have just to ask and I will go all out even to the top of the Himalayas to get it for you. Tell me what?"
"I want a baby."
My audience 'hooed' and 'aahed' in happy surprise.
"Sure darling," said Kishore, "throw away those pills at once."
And suddenly the flood gates opened.
"I want a baby too," said Kanaka speaking to Pratap who moved to her side.
"Dilip and I too," said Vidya.
"And I want to move back to our ancestral home. There a man is waiting for me," said Puspha.
It was surprising that all of us unknown to each other were all thinking of a more normal life style. Or maybe it was not a surprise. Anyway it was smoothly done and not a day too soon.
Two years have passed. Kanaka and Pratap have moved to Hyderabad 400 miles to the North and are prospering in the business they are such experts at. Kanaka is expecting. The services of the video firm of Dilip and Vidya are in great demand in Mysore 80 miles to the West. Kishore and I are continuing in Bangalore. Puspha is in her ancestral home no doubt enjoying the quiet life of agriculturists. More probably she is leading the hot life of newly married woman in a hurry to start a family. The Bangalore house is the same but windows have appeared were none existed and with the city expanding in all directions we have regular visits from many friendly neighbors.
Though I have been to my parent's home a couple of times this was their first visit to my home. They have come to spend time with their grandson.
"We never dreamed that our daughter will turn out to be such a model wife and mother," said my Mom. "We must thank God for giving us a son-in-law who could work that magic."
