They were all the more taken aback when they saw the sindur on Mimi’s forehead.Paltu: “Dada biye kore niyechhen apnara?” (Dada, you two have mar...ied?)Me: “Amra noi. Mimi r Arun. Ei ekhun e kore elo.” (Not us. Mimi and Arun. They have just married a while ago.)Babu: “Mane?” (Means?)Me: “Arre ek din er jonno. Serious noi.” (Just for a day. Nothing serious.)Arun: “Tobe akjer jonno Mimi amar bou. Dada to ‘Kanya-Daan’ kore diyechhen.” (But, for today Mimi is my wife. Dada has already done the. A place where he could rest up during emergency situations. It's not the Hilton but it sure beats a cot in the storage room."Michelle continued as they proceeded up a long flight of stairs."I called him yesterday and explained that I had a rather special friend passing through here today and I'd really like to be able to spend some private time with them." She said as they reached the top of the stairs and Michelle unlocked yet another door. "Since you only had a few hours, heading out to one. .After two margaritas, I finally got bold and placed my hand on our guest's leg. She looked into my eyes and smiled. She leaned in and whispered to me that I could move my hand up her legs as far as I dared. I blushed and accepted the invite and allowed my fingers to trace a trail all the way up her dress and gently touched her through her panties. She was already warm and wet. Both of us did not take our eyes from one another and the conversation continued without Mike knowing exactly what. The end result of that was me staying home most of the time and searching online which meant I spent a lot more time with my Mom than I had before. Even though she had been a bit of a sexual focus or inspiration during my earlier years I hadn't really taken the time to appreciate her as a woman until this point in my life. She wasn't your typical plastic MILF you see in porn but she had these wonderful soft curves that just drew me in. She had wonderfully dark eyes and a smile that could melt.