She truly was a beautiful woman. We stood only slightly apart, but she suddenly seemed miles away from me. Was she having second thoughts? Was I, for ...hat matter? We had both shown each other our true feelings, yet we knew it wasn't right to act on them; at least not yet. She glanced over at me, a mix of emotions on her face. I opened my mouth as if to say something, then closed it again a couple of seconds later. Nothing would come. I just couldn't think of anything. She frowned and turned. “Hello,” he said.“Hey, Daddy,” answered Cale.“I’m on my way.”“When will you be here?”“Fifteen minutes. You ready?”“Yes, sir!”“See you in a few.”“Okay.”The married, Black man pulled into the parking lot and brought his SUV to a halt. He texted Cale letting him know that he had just arrived. He walked to the door and before he could knock it opened. Cale stood there dressed in a two-piece French maid style costume. It had a soft cup top and a ruffled skirt bottom. The twink also donned a long,. " I looked at him, leaned closer, and lowered my lips to his until they were barely touching his lips. "I want you to kiss me, Jerry. A real kiss not a peck on the lips," I whispered softly, feeling my lips brush his, my breast pressing against his side. He had been acting like he didn't know what to do with his hands so I told him, "Put your arms around me. Put them around me and kiss me."As I pressed my lips to his, he released my wrist and put his arms around me, pulling me even closer. I. Alka is a 63 year old women with a slim body of figure 34-32-36. After her husband’s death she lives alone as her son is away with his wife and respective family.Alka is my distance relative. It was for a small project that I had to visit the city she resides and since my usual relative was not around my mom asked me to visit her and stay over. She was welcoming and was happy to have a visitor after a while. It was the month of June and was a rainy day. The evening I knocked on her door I was.