So I got on the scooty and thanked her for the lift. Later I noticed that she had colored her hair ends in gold color. Also, she was wearing her saree...low hip. Now all I was looking at was her sexy curved hips. Only after a while, I noticed that we were going the wrong way. I call out to her, “Madam, we are going in the wrong direction.” She just slightly turned her head and stayed silent. After just a few seconds, she stopped at a house and told me to get down.I got down. She parked the. She feels her consciousness dissolving into the fog ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ The morning was bright, hot for the time of year, a lovely day. But still Serena was despondent, could not join in the feeling – not of happiness, more of relief – that enveloped the town. Yesterday’s battle had been brief, designed to salvage a little honour rather than to provide any real opposition to the invaders. Afterwards the city fathers had been quick to accept the terms offered by the Bastard Duke. But, small. At least as "autumn" as it gets in So Cal. The sun was up there but it wasn't beating down as hard as it normally did. The grass wasn't quite as green, wasn't growing wild as quickly. Soon it would be sweater weather. I don't mind wearing a sweater, in fact I kind of like it. I don't think I would enjoy having to shovel snow or scrape the ice off my windshield though.It started to get a little colder and I noticed that some dark clouds were coming in. I was just getting the dogs back to their. “Wow Sara, you have come a long way in a few months.” Pat smiled. She took a beer from him and said, “Malcolm has taught me to love and enjoy my body and I am now proud of it.” “Well done,” Pat replied, “nudity is nothing to be ashamed of, besides, you have a beautiful body.” Her nipples were hard and erect and she squeezed my hand and smiled. “I told her that she doesn’t need to wear her thong,” I said, “she could just sunbathe naked.” Pat smiled and said, “Don’t keep it on just because I.