I asked her if she required some help. She smilingly said, it is ok…After settling down we started talking and she told me that she was traveling to...Ahmedabad. I also told her that I am traveling to Bangalore. We both were traveling together until Mumbai in that flight.Let me describe her what I could feel from seeing her over the burqa. About her looks, she was fair, bit bulky, juicy lips with a big bit butt . Her boobs were of moderate size what I could feel over from her burqa. After the. It's a bit longand the thin part is longer but she's happy."Ok... I'm going to the door so that I can come home from work," she saysas she runs the length of the hallway and single-steps her way down thestairs.I decide that I'm supposed to be in the kitchen. I go there and startwashing the plates we used for pizza. Once in position, I hear the frontdoor open, close and then open again."Honey, I'm home!" she belts out. "Where's my dinner?!"She storms into the kitchen."I worked really hard all. Then there was the sound of footfalls hurrying from my parents' bedroom,and my mother came to me. I cried with relief when she entered. Shecould save me from these unknown threats.She was dressed strangely - for once not wearing the night dress sheusually wore to sleep. On her upper body was a top, like the bikini sheonly used on the beach, but it couldn't have been. There could be noreason for her wearing such a garment at night. Below the waist a longvertically hanging strip of fabric hid her. The man entered the office and said, "Can we hurry so I can get back to D.C.? Is the pilot ready? Do you have my sparkling water on board, chilled properly?"Star smiled and said, "We are prepared for you. If you would walk over to the airplane, we'll have your bag stowed quickly and board you in less than a minute."When the guy left, Star said, "He's some big city newspaper guy that's out of D.C. I think he said the Times." You didn't tell him my name, did you?" No, why?" The guy is trying to.