It was Pratibha who answered the door and let me in. She was now dressed in tight jeans, which made her rear jump up and down and a loose sleeve-less ...op. Her boobs swayed when she walked, what a sight, my cock started getting up. She told me she lived alone as her hubby was mostly traveling and her kids were in a boarding school.“Make yourself comfortable Mr. Sengupta, what would you like to drink, tea coffee or me?” she asked. She had lowered herself into the easy chair in front of the sofa I. She reminded herself to stay calm, it was the probably 4 o’clock in the morning after all. Grabbing her jeans and bra, she folded them neatly out of habit then she started to walk, taking short steps, carefully down the hall towards her office. The cross-hatching on the bottom of the shoes was surprisingly grippy. She tried to keep the clicking from the heels to a minimum. The slightly metallic sound against the tile floor seemed to echo resoundingly as if to announce to anyone who might be. I want you to have sex with him as much as he wants.”“Mother, are you sick or something?”“No. I’m well for the first time in years.”“I don’t believe you. This is a trick,” Julie said, still not believing her mother’s change in attitude.“It’s no trick.”“All right then. Tell me exactly what I have your permission to do,” Julie demanded.“You have my permission to be Rick’s woman and to do anything he asks of you. You have my permission to love him and to love sex. Is that clear?”“It was clear, but. It took half of the first margarita and then she sort of leveled out and was at peace with where she was and with who she thought she was. I told her that I was serious, that I really wanted to hear her story ideas. She took a few pages from her purse and said, "unfortunately it is in Japanese." She tried to read some but the bar was kind of loud. I put my hands over hers and closed the pages. I looked into her eyes and said, "tell me your ideas, I want to hear those." She had some good.