..always having to explainFran's tiny size, making special arrangements with the EducationDepartment, sorting out the clothes dilemma, dealing with so...ialworkers and all that stuff. But Fran was just my baby and the problemsof my mother passed me by. Well, almost..." and she hesitated. "Isuppose the biggest problem was with other kids. Wasn't it Fran?" Yes, I don't like children," said the child flatly and Jane and Maggielooked down at the little sad face. Cathy held Fran tightly as thethought. .I check out. Gum, potato chips and toilet paper. And damned if I didn't forget cigarettes..gotta go back to the end of the line! Gotta see the butt ugly one more time. Finally, I'm done! Out the door and heading for the car. Pssst! Hey mister... it was a sweet innocent voice -like girl scouts selling cookies, I turn around to face her and my eyes get glued to those long muscular volley-ball playing, white stocking covered, creamy thighs...my eyes wandering up and down-the burgundy, velvet,. I had the habit of checking out the side-navel and boobs of aunties wearing saree and oh boy, it was beautiful!My neighbour aunty’s boobs were tight along the blouse and one could easily figure out the size of her boobs. And her wheatish navel showing more than enough skin was making me drool in my mind.Sreeja aunty: Mone, njan vandi park cheythekunnathu correct ano ennu nokkamo? (Dear, could you check if I have parked the car correctly or not?)My neighbour aunty had to park her car outside as. In fact, it was almost like a small apple. Just like Mandy, there wasn’t a single follicle of pubic hair anywhere to be seen. Not above his pubic bone, not around the base of his shaft, not anywhere on his balls, and not between his balls and his asshole.You didn’t say a word to me as you yanked my bathing suit off me so that you could take my cock in your mouth. I don’t know whether you intended to but you quickly fell into the same rhythm as Mandy’s fist on Mark’s huge dick.As nice as the.