“Zazzle.com,” I answered.“I like the black stitching on the neck and sleeves, it makes a statement,” Katherine said.“Anything on you ... mak...s a statement, Kitten,” I said.She purred in response, “I kind of like that nickname, Michael.”I turned up my phone and started to play the soundtrack of ... Charlie Brown. I couldn’t keep from conducting, slapping away Isabel and Jenn attempts to make me stop. Izzy did do the ‘wroofs’ as they occurred.Second was the ‘Schroeder’ number Jenn had done. She. But her answers and recollections shaped her too,forming an intricate mesh of experiences that had made her the woman shewas now. It provided a context that helped her better understand whoshe was.He asked her when she started smoking. She told him she began at 15,just as she'd told others. But he probed further."Did you think it was cool or something?" he asked."No," she said. She was thoughtful for a moment. "I guess it was justdifferent for me."That part was true. For some unknown. I headed downstairs to finish getting the makings of the BLTs ready. Thinking back to our first night in that bed I remembered that our lovemaking went about as it had been upstairs just a few minutes ago. In fact, for about two weeks the story was the same. Very hot sex followed by exhaustion. After two weeks of that pace, we were both about worn out tired. She was having trouble getting up, going to work. I was having less trouble since I could sleep in later but I was definitely tired all. After some initial introductory messages, I came to know it was their first time. Slowly we had to move on. So we fixed a date for a normal massage session. On the D-Day, I rang their doorbell. I saw a MILF with an approximate figure of 38-36-40 wearing a sexy baby pink saree. I was stunned seeing her as her transparent saree was giving a good view of her sexy cleavage. After the formalities, we decided to move on to the session. So I made the lady stand up and slowly removed her saree pin.Her.