”Fran had been waiting for Dora and me to finish fooling around in the shower so that she could get ready to go home. Dora woke Colette who was snug...led with Gabby. Dora asked her if she wanted to take us to Executive Airport when she had her attention. Colette asked Dora, “Are you sure you want me to take them, or do you want to do the run and go by your house?”Dora turned and looked at me. I said, “You can take me, and I’ll call the house to see if they want visitors for a few minutes.” Izzy. Frankie looking at me a little differently lately, almost the same as the boys did at school. I would catch him peeking at my butt a lot and at my chest if I wore my white half- tee shirt, which my nipples would show through, as they were very dark, almost black in colour, a stark contrast to my white complexion. Sometimes I would feel them stiffen under his gaze; they were exceptionally large, jutting out, with thick areoles surrounding them. I was somewhat embarrassed by this, but excited at. I said to him nahi Bhavesh main bhi to aurton (women) ke bare mein soch ke muth marta hoon yaar bata naa. He moaned a little before he said apni mammi ko soch ke muth maar raha tha and I stopped my hand hearing that I couldn’t believe that he used to fantasize about his mother. His mother (Shalini aunty) was an inch shorter in height than my mom and had little smaller boobs than my mother but had a beautiful ass. She always used to wear gowns while at home. The major difference between her. Yep, he’d done it his way all right. Was probably living on Social Security, sitting in a dim bar, sipping weak drafts with a jigger of Old Overshoes every once in a while. My Way.I placed a twenty on the bar, “Shot of Jameson’s please. Restroom?”Our proprietor, around 70, grizzled white whiskers from three or four days, nodded carefully. Not used to seeing strangers. He had a stained white apron tied under his armpits and again around the waist.“Down the hall, Setters on the right.”Pointers on.