I paused for a moment. That face seemed familiar. I scrutinized more and my mouth fell open. It was that of my mother !! I could not believe my eyes. ... know that I was meeting after almost a year. I knew that mom and dad went to Australia during that time (and my dad was still there and my mom returned early since I was coming home for vacation) but even then, this was unbelievable.In just one year, my mom had transformed from a traditional Saree-wearing middle-aged lady to a mouth-watering. This time she is dressed a nightie, I don’t know what the color of it is. Because she came to the bed after switch off the light. I try to see her, but it is very difficult due to mid night dark. She wears a bra and its give better round shape to her breast. I remove her nightie straps and pull up her nightie to bellow her boobs. Now bra is totally open and I started cupping on her bra. This time I cupped with pressing her breast and its make good pleasure to her. Because she breathing very. "They need you as a symbol," Shasta said tentatively. "I've noticed that people usually defer to those they think are 'better' than themselves. They look to you for leadership and a leader must be better than those they lead. Mustn't they? If they weren't they wouldn't lead now would they? In some places the leader must induce fear in his followers and force this type of recognition; here they are forcing you to accept it." But..." Nesho started but then paused. "I'll have to think about that,". I felt it, both under my hand, and in my mind. And I could feel thetable vibrating through my hands, as it shifted back and forth a fewinches as though the floor were unstable. Fortunately Julia didn't notice, or if she did, put it down to the pressof the crowd. She was eating a second slice, and grinning at mydiscomfort. "Give em hell, Mike." I'd like to give him a knuckle sandwich, that's what I'd like to givehim," I growled."Now, now," she said, waving one finger at me. "Mustn't do that..