Before we both could realise, her faithful saree separated from her body and mom was left only her blouse and petticoat. My lust has overcome my ‘so...ly’ insticts as I kept enjoying my mother’s situation as every man in India’s dream to see a woman in her underwear. Mom started crying by now as I lunged on to her to pull her towards me and kiss her on her lips.She struggled to avoid my kiss but I held on to her. Once I finished kissing her she just released herself from me and ran to open the. It was amazingly compact for six pieces of equipment. His built-in areas for the portable generator and compressor set them out of sight, but easy to reach for repair, replacement, and maintenance. A big difference was the boom truck. Dan had beefed up the steel used to mount the boom allowing it to set a little higher on the bed, so there was raw material storage underneath the base of the boom. Now this utility bed had as much storage room as the standard body.Dan showed me the design for the. "Do I get to keep them?" Sure!" the old man said with a kind smile, "They won't fit me... , too small."The young boy pulled on his new gloves. The old man watched the boy bring the new gloves up to his nose. The boy inhaled a long breath, savoring the smell of the new leather. He smiled.The old man happily returned the boy's smile of gratitude. Nothing like living vicariously, he thought, as he remembered another young boy from another time, and another winter now long passed.The young boy went. I had another busy night ahead of me.Monday, August 31st, 2015. Saudi Royal Palace.A quiet day in, mostly spent reading and grooming. I fucking hate that beard. The first month it was all bristly and hard, but now that it was soft it had become a magnet for crumbs. The glasses I had been wearing almost continuously were beginning to show signs of wear and tear. They were supposed to be part of my disguise, but the lower half also functioned as reading glasses. As I expected to be back home by.