Every morning I would go with her, more because the people in the bus would be staring at her and I didn’t want anyone to think she was alone and tr... anything bad. The guys in the bus would always be checking her out as my mom had a very sexy figure with big tits and a bulbous ass which became more prominent in the sari. Though she never looked up and sat very aloof I knew the men in the bus were always ogling at her. My mom always caught her bag and lunch in front of her on her bosom, which. I finished typing and sent mine, and then we had a little back and forth about how much we love each other. I mentioned that the parents were trying to fuck out the old and fuck in the new, and how that could be a great tradition for us to start next year if we could. She agreed.This has been a great year, and it looks like the new year ahead might be good, too. I’m looking forward to it.January 1There wasn’t much going on today. We all slept in and generally ignored each other. In the. Her shoes were high brown stilletos and she had a pair of seamed tanned stockings.She had been looking at the framed photos of the masked and numbered Black Studs on the wall and written down a selection for later.I noticed how long she was speaking to the Madam of the evening and the Madam seemed to be arranging something?It turned out that Cynthia had been working in mid-Africa as a missionary Lady, well she had the money to indulge that passion. I spoke to her with interest but what was her. You wear it often.”“I guess it’s nice to know I’m watched.”He grinned. “Every move you make. Green eyes and all.”Pam said, “If you’re so observant. What color is Sandy’s wedding dress?”“First. I haven’t peeked or listened to her talk to anyone about color. Second, this is based upon my best guess. Third, I’d really rather not say.”“I trust you haven’t looked, Jack. What color do you think it is?”He looked uncomfortable. “I haven’t looked but it’s a pale green, very light.”My mouth dropped open..