He was a tall boy and had a decent build as well. Clara wondered what else was big about him. “How are you doing, Clara?” Alex asked confidently....��I feel great!” Clara smiled. “You look great.” Alex complimented. Clara giggled a little bit at this and walked towards Alex. When she got up close to him, her head only reached up to his chest. Clara looked up at Alex and he looked down at her. “You look nice too,” she purred. Alex grinned. Clara’s face looked very cute and her butt looked very nice. It was a good night and I had enjoyed myself. Since I'm not much of a drinker — I'm the kind of guy who will nurse two beers all night long — I ended up as the designated driver. It was almost two in the morning by the time I got home. I used my key to let myself in and when I walked into the house I walked in on an altogether too familiar scene.My mother was a slut, a whore, a fuck pig, a round-heeled tramp, a bar floozy, take your pick, but the bottom line was that she was an easy piece of. She is white in color and has a smooth skin. I used to masturbate thinking about her. Years passed and I could not tell my sexual feelings to her. After my college I went abroad for my PG and then to India and started working with an MNC. So every month I go to my hometown and I visit her house during my visits. Now her elder daughter got married and is settled in US and she usually visit them in US once every year. Her husband works in Abu Dhabi and comes only once a year for his vacation. But. I went over to my end of the house, wondering how much he'd overheard.Breakfast the next morning was awkward. They hadn't requested room service, which I deliver to the suite's vestibule for maximum privacy, so I set up in the morning room, with its wall of glass overlooking the garden. Every time I'd come out with tea or toast or whatever, they'd be whispering, and they'd clam up as I approached. I've got no problem with couples who want to be left alone -- I'm not one of those chatty B&B.