She was looking like angel in her low waist saree which I like very mch and sexy figure with curves showing. I just use to pass pleasantries when see ...ach other. Initially she didn’t seem to respond but then she started responding by replying. One day when I was back from office and she must have come back from some function she was wearing backless blouse and was standing in front of me in lift and I was just lost in her back which she noticed but didn’t said anything. From that day on ward I. I was becoming very difficult to live with at that time and it didn't help at all that I didn't look at all like a passable woman. I was always getting clocked. I then decided that I needed professional help. So I went to this plastic surgeon that Laura had recommended. I was told that he could make a silk purse out of sow's ear. I wasn't that optimistic, frankly I would have settled for a polyester one. I just told him to make me look pretty and I wound up looking like Helen Reddy. I don't. “I know. I checked your closet and drawers last time to see what you had. I had your androids give me your measurements the night before you left, and had clothes made for you,” she said nonchalantly.“Wasn’t that expensive?” I asked.“It didn’t cost a thing. The father of one of my friends is a tailor and gladly made the clothes in exchange for one of the melons you left me. He even sold half of the melon and made more money than he spent on the material,” she chuckled.We showered before heading. Her eyes have that intense look of fuck-me lust. I run my fingers lightly over the tip of my head, picking up the precum as I do, rubbing it down over my long stiff cock, to the base. “Will you…show me something?” I say between heavy breaths. “Please…god you are sexy.” “What do you want to see?” she says with a smile, running her hands seductively over her breasts and down her hips. “Take off your shirt,” I say. She slips her blouse over her head, her bra back in place. “Can I…” I step.