Aaaah...ohwaaaa."She was moving frantically and her juice was pouring out of her. She seemed to reach a peak and then slowed down saying, "Thank you.....thank you...wonderful darling...wonderful..." She moved away from me and looked down at me."Was that all right, darling, you didn't mind doing that for me?" No...no..." I said, "it was beautiful the way you..." She didn't let me finish."Then I must do something special for you," she said, and moved down my body and took hold of my penis. She held. I’ve always ... I’ve wanted ... well, I have always desired you mom. Sexually I mean.”That froze everything. Time seemed to stop, her smile had melted into something unreadable, her eye lids widening.The waiter showed up with a tray with our drinks - hot tea for mom and a tall glass of Coke for me. This gave mom the opportunity to yank her hand from mine.With the pimply faced waiter gone, mom leans right into the table, hissing at me, “Is this some kind of joke?” She doesn’t look amused and my. "You can look now."Nervously I opened my eyes and gasped at the creation. It was just sosimple and yet fantastic. I simply wanted to hug Andre for ever and ever.For a brief moment tears of joy betrayed my elation and Andre askedsolicitously."Don't you like it?" Why yes! Yes! Yes! Of course I like it. It's just super. And it's sosimple. I mean the way it sets off my forehead and yet, and yet, itdoesn't make me look like an egg-head, a highbrow. It's just super. I, -I love these curls. Will I. So I accepted the request and got a reply saying, “Thank you.”Now about Ashwini:She is a 29 Y/O Marathi housewife married for the last 6 years. A gorgeous fair lady with an hourglass figure. She was slightly overweight but her features are still matching with her personality.I replied to her: “I know who you are.”Ashwini: “Who am I?”Me: “Ashwini”No reply for 10 minutes. and then she replied back “Bang on; but sorry for all those messages. Just wanted to be your friend.”Me: “But, we are already.