She could have been my mother, but anyway, she looked young and fresh, though she was 48. At first time, I often looked through my room’s window whe... she walked by. She was a beautiful woman to me, with the typical attractive curves of Indian woman: wide hips, an athletic ass and nice tits.Her son Simmu and I became friends. He was also 21. Very soon both of us were very friendly, and quite often he stayed at night in my house and vice versa. For me it was also the greatest advantage to see. I grabbed $200 from my stash and caught the subway. I didn't want to accidentally run into that conductor I had glaumed Mabel from. That gink might bear a grudge and try to knock me off!The 'office' hadn't changed in a month, the area was so run-down that the dust wouldn't even get together. I turned the radio on for company and I tried to sort out the last two months. The G-men were keeping track of me, that was no bunk. They must have been, otherwise they wouldn't have been wise to the fact. ” I scolded him. “At least for now. Maybe if you do convince me that I’m beautiful I’ll let you make love to me without it.”“When I convince you that you’re beautiful you mean.” Hiro said.When we made love again that night I tried to give him hints on how to improve his love making without letting him know what I was doing. For the time we put into it he did improve a little.I was trying to catch my breath after Hiro left when I heard the door open. I thought it was Hiro again. But I was. ‘Getting hungry?’ Abby asked. ‘Oh yes,’ Sam said with his country charm. ‘I’ll get ‘Cherry’ around the bluffs and anchor for a while, while we eat.’ The bluffs were passing by on the port side. A sheer cliff straight up for well over 100 ft. It was a deep part of the river and a bend in the rivers twists and turns. The mix of coletche and granite made them colorful and pleasant to gaze upon. They came upon Turtle Cove and pulled the house boat into its small opening dodging the monumental.