Hmm see Delhi girls are equally bold and naughty like your Kolkata women.I said .Hmm, bold yes, but I would be able to comment on the naughtiness, onl... once i see and experience that. She just came closer, looking in my eyes continuously and replied, Acha…Challenge accepted, lets see… At this point, our lips were just a few inches away from each other, and I could feel her fragrance and the warmth of her breath.I just inched in closer and my lips grazed softly against her… I just held her. Rose was the wife of the owner of Waverly Florist, which was a few blocksfrom where I grew up. Her husband Bill had accomplished the AmericanDream, and they were very well off. As a result, Rose almost always wasdressed to the nines. Allow me to describe her to you.When this part of the story was happening she was in her mid-50s. Herhair was a honey blond, and although it was long when it was down, Rosealmost always kept it in a ponytail, high on her head, or in a tight bun.She had. His name was Mark and he was 66 and was a retired school teacher. He was in great shape and if I hadn't known his age I would have guessed he was at least fifteen years younger. He had a wonder smile, a nice sense of humor and black eyes that sparkled but were over shadowed by his salt and pepper hair. We were almost through with lunch when he popped the question and it was so unexpected that I almost choked."Tell me something Claudia. You're married and a very beautiful woman, so why are you. Hubby had put a rubber band around the handle so that as soon as I turned on the water I would get doused. Within a few seconds I realized his motive. I looked down at the front of my now drenched t-shirt and realized it had become pretty darn see-through. Without my knowledge, Hubby had entered me in a one-person wet t-shirt contest. And he wanted our son to be the judge."Opps!" Alan said as he and Jason erupted in laughter.I could tell by the look on Jason's face that he wasn't in on the.