Her light hair clung around her head inimperfect ringlets, framing a truly warm face. Her eyes were light brown andher smile was instant and caring. ?...????????? "Goodevening, lordship!" she exclaimed, and curtsied, "I wish you manyhappy returns." ??????????? Andrewand his girl were a beautiful couple?an angel boy and a pixie. Riordan couldsee the mischief beaming out from under her eyes, and the joy in her lips. ??????????? Youmust be Andrew's whore, he tested in his mind. Hewanted to hate her,. Again it was night. My heart started to beat. I was watching TV. Mother was doing some work. At 9pm she called me for dinner. The milk glass was on the table as usual. We had dinner and she went for cleaning. I added powdered sleeping tablets into milk and gone to living room and seeing TV. She has come there, sat on the sofa and watched TV for 10 minutes, and told me that she was going for sleep. Just I came to dining hall and seen the milk glass which was empty. After 15 minutes I switched. The clicking wheel spun and spun, at first very fast. It began to slow but seemed like it might never actually stop. Suspense filled the studio as the clicks slowed steadily. Ida was holding her breath in anticipation. She hoped it would stop on something she knew how to do. The wheel slowed to a crawl. It looked like it was going to stop on Five Guys-Five Squirts.‘Oh please don’t stop on that,’ she prayed under her breath. She still had not mastered the art of squirting and that could be. On Tuesday morning, Gwendolyn (the bbw lady at the interview panel who had discreetly parted her legs giving me great view of her extremely hairy fanny through her (sans panties) open girdle holding up sheer nylon stockings stretched over her luscious fleshy thighs) asked me to fix her blocked kitchen sink.Now Gwen – as she preferred to be called – was a voluptuous lady about a size 20, still curvy with big tits and, as I had already found out, was a girdle lover. For a seventy-year-old she was.