”“Right. Those colors are an indicator of a person’s status here in the customs house. There are four colors: green, blue, yellow, and red, and ...hey each mean different things. Now, which colors did you see?”“Quite a few blue and a whole lot of yellow,” Mike replied.“Very good. Did you happen to see any green by chance?”“Umm ... yeah, there were these two little boys that ran past me. They had green ties on.”“That’s the first status. Green means that you’re guaranteed to get into Heaven, with. I’ve penned down many stories here on ISS. This story(read: real incident) is two weeks old. I got a mail appreciating my writing skills and the encounters from a reader. I acknowledged it and i was overwhelmed by the praises thrown at me by a reader. We both exchanged a series of mails and got to know each other and made herself comfortable. We took the next step by chatting in Hangout. She had to tell that she hails from Chennai too. She told her pet name as “Tinku”. Married. And gonna turn. If you want to get comfy and slip them off, it's OK with me. And if you don't mind..." I stood up and hooked my thumbs under the top edge of my suit, "I'd like to slip this off and get comfy too." I looked at them questioningly."Sure!" Steve said enthusiastically."Yeah, OK!" Marc said. I quickly slid my suit off, and sat my naked body back in my chair. I spread my legs wide, not only giving them a nice view but giving me good access to my juicy twat. Grinning, Steve stood and slipped his suit. De Valencay did not bother to do this, and so when the exciting rustling noise made by feminine garments being hurriedly taken off and thrown on a chair had ceased, she had on only a half-transparent chemise when she returned smilingly to my side! Gilberte, after a little pressing, followed suit, and soon was similarly attired. As for me, I rapidly divested myself of all my clothes, - and Mme. de Valencay's hand - Gilberte's also - was able to learn without hindrance the state in which I had.