Meri mom or aunty ki achhi jamti thi to mom bhi man gai or mujhe aunty ke ghar sone ki permission de di. Ab me kal raat ka wait karne laga mujhe lag r...ha tha ki kal ki raat aunty ne full night chudai ke liye bulaya hoga par unke dimag me to kuch or hi plan tha khair me bhi agle din raat 8 baje unke ghar pahuch gaya tb aunty nighty pehan kar bethi tv dekh rahi thi me bhi unke pas jakar beth gaya or tv dekhane laga kuch der bad saroja aunty bhi vaha aa gai unhone bhi red color ki nighty pehani. Everyone I saw around me was black or latino – which was strange to me because, other than Butch, there were no black people in the town I had spent my life in.After leaving the store I walked a couple of blocks. I spotted a decrepit looking building with a flashing neon sign in front that said "Hotel Dallas". It was getting dark. I went into the lobby. I passed some worn out looking furniture where some bums were sleeping and went to the desk. The clerk was an older latino guy who seemed. It goes back to my college days. Our batch was of around 49 people and two class representatives (one male and one female) were selected for ease in conveying massages amongst other classmates. I was one of the representatives and Kurmi, (a typical hot Punjabi girl which use to wear sexy n revealing clothes most of the time) was the other. Since Kurmi n I were CL’s we use to interact more frequently than with our other batch mates. Over a period of time we gelled up so well that people thought. Dont get get me wrong, Sarah was not a supermodel. She was beautiful, yes. Shapely, very much so. A bit overweight, but then who of us in our 40s isn’t. She had legs that were reminiscent of a cheerleader or athletic career. Her ass, oh my, that ass wiggled in all the right directions with every step. We walk into Brad’s house, and he offers us a beer. He shows us around the house. Brad and his wife purchased it not long ago, and took every opportunity to show it off. After taking a quick tour,.