Her hair, probably originally light brown like her daughter's, had been bleached by the African sun into a streaky dark blonde."Oh, my..." I think he ...ikes us," Margaret said conversationally to her daughter."I think you might be right," she replied. She looked at me. "Finish your breakfast, then go and ... adjust your dress. You're seriously overdressed."I was in cut-offs and a t-shirt – even my feet were bare. But I did as I was told and finished my cereal. I took my half-drunk mug of coffee. She was athletically fit with muscle definition and tone. Indira returned to her place in front of Sheldon, kneeling upright as before. She pulled his hands to the lower hem of her shirt. Sheldon understood and lifted the obscuring garment off her chest and over her head. Her breasts bounced and settled, generous globes, natural with dark areoles. Their color matched her eye shadow, the nubs matched her lips. Sheldon placed his hands on the soft slopes above. Indira reached up and unfastened. "I think I will!"Hand in hand, we strolled down the hallway and into the living room, heading for the kitchen. I remember my heart pounding in my chest aswe walked and I literally felt dizzy with excitement. (Have youexperienced the high of taking your exhibitionism to greater extremes? This is the incredible rush I was feeling at this moment.) At thehallway, rather than cutting toward the kitchen, I strolled into theliving room.Mom was in her favorite large plush chair. I looked at her and. It drifted across her burning flesh it felt so soothing. Gently, it slid down her thigh. It was ecstasy, his gentle touch caused her such pleasure she could feel her juices running down her leg.His fingers slid into her wetness and she gasped. He touched her with a crescendo of movements bringing her the verve of climax, then he stopped abruptly. Smack!"A Lady tempers her emotions."Further reproaches, further strikes. A Lady does not succumb to her passions. Smack. A Lady does not allow her.