“What were you looking at?” she asked me, smiling.“Nothing. You’re pretty…” I said.“And?” She asked.“Your hair is sexy”.She turned...around, “Here, if you want to, you can touch it before your mom comes back from the shop, she went to buy some dye.”I was shocked at her boldness and ran my fingers through her hair. It was silky soft, making my dick so hard it hurt.I’m a typical Punjabi guy, with fair skin, six feet tall, and a sculpted body.Neha turned back and came close to me. Saying, “Here put. Imagine that I actually gave a shit about being a Congressman. I know it’s a stretch but try to imagine it.”“It’s easier to find bacon in Tel Aviv than it is to find a working Congressman in Washington. Okay, I’ll try.” He stood up and went over to my liquor cabinet. “We’re going to need a drink or two for this.”I smiled and nodded, and he brought back a couple of glasses and bottles of gin and tonic water. I buzzed Cheryl and asked her to rustle up some ice. After she brought in the fixings. Paula bit her lip. She was going to have trouble with her children, she realized. It was plain that they resented Ray's presence in their home, and they probably also resented the affection she was giving him.It was best to be patient with them, she decided, and not attempt to force things. Ray seemed to understand that. He was a wise man in many ways. She loved him very much.Paula smiled and addressed both her children. "You know that your, ub, daddy and I are going to be away for a few days.. I grabbed her ankles, one in each hand, and gently pulled her body down the bed, her arms and hair following in trail, a languid path of passion soaking through the covers permeating our bed with shared love and lust. Holding her ankles high above her prone figure, so sleek and graceful, I knelt slowly to tickle her smooth, freshly shaved puss. I inhaled deeply savoring the womanly scent of her, as I dabbed my outstretched tongue into her silken sex. She hissed with carnal delight when the tip.