Poor Paul doesn’t seem to know where to look or what to say. I’m sure there is a bigger bulge in his pants than there was a moment ago. Melissa ta...es his hand and says “Oh for god sake, shut your mouth before you swallow a fly” We all chuckle and head in for breakfast.Over breakfast Paul and I look at the maps and advice they have supplied with the 4X4. Reading the warnings about saltwater crocodiles, stinging plants, spiders, snakes and some weird bird that attacks people. I suggest we don’t. Whether it’s the occasional party that gets out of hand, nude sunbathing, wife swapping, lesbian trysts, or just general gossip about who’s screwing who, you can always count on there to be a bit of sexual energy in the air.Hazel hasn’t even been on our block for a year, and she was already a hot topic of many rumors, especially after the little welcome fling we had the day she moved in. The college professor constantly had young men and women over to her house, and everybody figured there was. My senses moved back under my control and into focus. Blinking several times, I found myself away from the office and all by myself. I took in the details of the living room where I now sat, but had no idea of its locale or significance. It was a nice space. The furniture was comfortably expensive. A re-run of Night Court emanated from a very large, very old TV in the corner. Or maybe not a re-run.“Oh, my GOD!” I thought to myself. “I could relive any event of my life and I’m HERE?” I demanded. It so happened that on one Saturday night we had gone for a party at the Club and was returning home.I was just 18 and my mom at that time was in her early 40's.Still maintaining her figure she was absolutely beautiful and sexy that night.D****d in her transparent black satin saree,the blouse that she wore was sleeveless and so low cut that i could almost see her cleavage through her saree.way down her saree just clung to the line below her belly exposing her juicy navel and her midriff..and to.