I just couldn’t concentrate properly, and my work suffered. A lot. The second phone call was from Jack’s teacher, alerting me to anti-social behav...our and severe disciplinary problems she was having with him. I wasn’t at all surprised. Ever since his mother died, he was angry and sometimes downright rude. Maybe I was too lenient with him. Maybe it was because I understood him all too well. He had every reason to be angry. I would have been if my mother bailed out on me like that. That was not a. All she had on underneath was a red garter belt and black stockings. She was wearing a pair of 4-inch heels that put her at 6-ft tall and had her long red hair pulled up in a bun. Each time she took a step the slit on the dress opened up showing the top of her stockings where they attached to her garters. She wore more make-up than she'd ever wear to work with dark eye-liner & eye-shadow and a dark red lip-stick we jokingly called prostitute red and matching nail polish. This all giving her. A landscape painting , the three of us, naked, of course, the perspective from above and slightly in front of me, about five or six feet away, my head raised, eyes closed, back and neck arched, breasts all out there, my ass raised as I receive pleasure from the man behind me, whose face and body is obscured by my body and behind him another woman, not quite obscured by both of them.. and the details of my body shape that only a painter could provide...... I was thinking about the sunny. I love you too Nikhil fir usne mujhe apna number diya or call karne ko kaha 1 ghante bad me Sakshi ghar nikal gaye.ghar pahuch k mujhe thakan k karan nind agayi or me sogayi sham ko jab me uthi to dekh mere cell pe nikhil k 25 miss call pade the mene turant use fone lagaya usne apna address dekar mujhe milne bulaya mene dadi ko bahana mar diya ke me sakshi k yaha ja rahi hu or apni scooty lekar me nikhil k pas 15 min me uske ghar pahuch gayi usne mujhe andar bulaya or kaha k mere mom dad Delhi.