.. Susan's in there too, but Susan's mom is cut from the cloth of the 'June Cleaver' variety of moms, giving us the baseline from which to assess depa...tures on the parts of our own moms. Nikki and I both had considerable time in the care of grandmothers who loved us and were as bewildered with their daughters' shenanigans as we were. Cindy never had that. She was with her mom the whole time, and she's got stories, just like we all do.I guess we were all expecting some brassy hussy to show up.. Woh bola “Badri, aaj to majho avego.” Badri hasne laga.Fir Sardar mere samne aya aur mere kandhe pe hath rakh kar mujhe niche bethne ke liya dhakka mara. Aur bola, “Re Gujju chhori, niche baith, ne maro lodo thara muh mein le, chal.” Aur esa bol kar mujhe jabardasti niche bitha diya. Mere gal pakad ke daba kar mera muh khulwaya.Usne apna cock mere muh mein daal diya fir dhire dhire. “Aahhh, majho ave se,” esa bolte hue mere muh mein apna kala kala cock andar bahar karne laga. Mere gal pe jhapad. His piercing blue gaze reflected her own curiosity. He smiled, revealing straight, white teeth. ‘May I have this dance?’ He asked. Wordlessly, she accepted, taking his hand. It was a waltz and he swept her onto the floor, moving with a grace that surprised her. She didn’t think he danced much on his travels abroad. ‘You dance uncommonly well, my lord.’ The corners of his lips lifted. ‘This surprises you? We took our dancing lessons together, remember?’ ‘Yes, I remember. And you used to step. I went so fast that I almosttripped on the last step, stumbling right into the wall.When I entered the cafeteria I found that all the other men were shockedas well. Every women in the office, and they outnumbered men remember,were in heaps on the floor or against tables. Thick members werestraining against skirts or panties, and each of them were soaking wetfrom the transformation. All of us tried to think of what we might do.Many of them seemed a little off, and we wanted to comfort them.Yet.