.. or maybe it’s a little house with big rooms ... anyway, Mrs. Ferguson answered the kitchen door.“Hello Karen. Come in.”“Mrs. Ferguson.”�...Gwen, please.”We sat at the table, she had a selection of beauty shop brochures and color charts laid out on the white enameled kitchen table.“I thought we’d do it in here ... the colors show up better against white. Let me look at you.”And she did ... very close.She muttered, “Uh huh, oh my, very good ... not blonde. Blonde wouldn’t work at all. Oh ... such. Do it .” when mom was shouting Seema( Sanjay’s mother) entered the room and stopped Sanjay from fucking mom. She said that his first night preparation was done and asked him to fuck mom in night.In the reception mom wore a purple colour saree. She wore matching slippers, jewels and accessories. Mom had invited all her MNC colleagues, her present prostitute friends, pimps and her regular customer. Mom loves me more than anything in this world. So she always kept me by her side even in her. A terrifically reduced waist, primarily through hormones, diet, and exercise, plus the effects of the ever present corset blooms upwards to where the eyes are immediately drawn to a very impressive, and one hundred percent feminine, pair of beautifully presented breasts. A filmy white blouse does very little to conceal their splendor below and behind the frothy white lace around the very open cleavage. Framed in a dark red low cut brassiere, a pair of very perky looking 36D breasts wobble and. Once the garments both fluttered to the floor, she walked toward him. “Kitty, stop it. Let’s just forget this ever happened, and not let it happen again,” he responded, though his eyes twitched back toward her once as he spoke. “But I didn’t get to come. I’m so hot that I can’t stand it,” Kitty said as she continued to walk toward him. He backed away, holding up a restraining hand between them and keeping his head turned away from her. Kitty took a quick step forward, grabbed his wrist, and.