I’m 5’ 2 and weigh 110 lbs. I’m in track and vollyeball at school so I have a very toned body with 34C breasts. Dark brown hair and blue yes. To...look at me you would never know I was this way. I have always been very proper, good grades, active in school events. Now, even though I like older guys I like them to be in shape. I don’t like fatties. A sexy older man with a nice toned body gets me so wet and tingly, and I just cant help but do something to make him look my way. In our house we have. But how? He had called her 5 days later for the first fitting of the suit. All day at work next day she was distracted, thinking of an excuse to go there. Her heart beat faster every time she imagined going to the tailor shop again, stepping into the inner room for measurement…damn, that thought was moistening her pussy without even touching! Then she got it, shell have to get a new dress made for her. She could buy the material this evening after office. She felt her body respond with a rush. " I have reverted to my maiden name now, it's Miss Grainger. It helped dispel ... well you know." I nodded."Yes. I understand." Please call me Millie though." And I am Greg. When people use the name Mr. Hammond I look around to see if my father has crept up without me knowing." She laughed at my attempt at humour."Will you be dining tonight?" If I went elsewhere I think John would come to find me and drag me back. So yes I will be dining tonight." I am told he is making a Steak and Kidney Pie.. So I invited her to join me regularly. Manju, her friends called her – and I was already a friend. Fresh out from India, an arranged marriage, her family knew his back home. I'd seen her on the beach of course, wearing an old-fashioned one-piece swimsuit that my grandmother might have worn. But it still managed to look sexy on her. Over our second meal together, I touched her hand briefly, as she talked about the loneliness of leaving her home and family for a new continent and starting life.