My cock stood at full attention as it jumped spontaneously as each lustful thought entered my mind. The thought occurred to me “Why had she changed ...er pantyhose?” I brought her pantyhose a little closer as I slowly looked them up and down from toes to waist. I did not see any signs of damage. “Nah, she wouldn’t have?” I thought, yet secretly I was hoping she did! “Did Karen suspect she was driving us nuts and leave her pantyhose behind just to toy with us?” I wondered. I began slipping my. Niha and I took a week’s time to think over and finally said yes. Engagement was fixed for a date couple of months later and marriage date, a month after the engagement. Niha as I said is a year younger to me, 5’4″ high, very fair complexion with super soft skin, 36-28-36 measurements, long hair. She always wears either tight chudidars which pack her curves very tightly and give a great outline of her body or a saree which is her best attire in terms of looking sexy. She has done her M. Tech. ‘Oh, Wolf, oh, Wolf!’ she moaned. ‘What is it, Sam?’ I asked. ‘I wanna try and make our next baby in front of the Christmas tree,’ she said. ‘Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!’ I screamed. ‘That would be so amazing!’ ‘Noel or Noelle,’ Sam said. ‘And two years, give or take, between kids is what I always wanted.’ ‘Do you want me to dress up as Santa when we try?’ I asked. ‘Hell, I want you to dress up as Santa when you fuck me tomorrow night! I already look like Mrs. Claus anyway.’ ‘And Santa wouldn’t want. We weren't coworkers, she wasn't my boss and I certainly wasn't hers. I was the IT guy at her work so i'd run into her often. If I had a guess, I would have said she's about early 40's. There was the experience and wisdom but still a very youthful look and feel. I was shocked when I found out her age was much older. I'm terrible at guessing age, which isn't a bad thing. Over several months I'd have small talk with Miss. Berry, and as we slowly got acquainted, her work attire grew more.