“These new shoes were killing me all night.”It was no mean feat to ignore her wiggling her stocking-clad toes. I’d seen them before, and knew sh... had perfect, dainty feet. I could see her nails through the dark nylon, and they weren’t painted, but her pedicure looked fresh and professional. I wanted so badly to reach out and touch them.I downed the last of my beer and said, “Well, that’s it for me. Just lock the door when you head out. Don’t worry about the deadbolt.”“Hey,” she said before I. She locked her soft golden eyes on mine. She cocked her frown. I nodded.“It’s Reggie. It’s gotta be Reggie.” Xiomara’s voice shivered.“Yeah, actually, but--”“Is she OK? Is she nearby? Is she--”“I don’t know X,” I needed to interrupt, “I don’t know. It’s not like it is here. She’s not--It’s not Reggie and his nine babes.”“Babes?” Pat sneered. I guess I deserved that. I blushed.“Well, eight babes and a Pat,” Renée saved me. I beamed at that. She blushed. Pat looked unperturbed.“Keep going!”. In the evening as she comes to home she changes her saree and wear a nighty without bra and used clean her lawn. I used to watch her cleavage and her ass sticking to her nighty. She has two daughters. Her elder daughter looks beautiful and has similar measurements as her mother. I used to masturbate after watching them every time.After my +2 I went to Delhi to do my engineering. So I used masturbate when ever I come to home in my holidays watching her. After my engineering I got placed in one. Her mock sales presentations were exceptional, she took the time to help those who were struggling. She and Phil became, ‘business friends’. At the time, Phil was going through a nasty divorce, all of the negotiating had been completed shortly after the sales training refresher. The decree was filed, the property had pretty much been divvied up and he and his soon to be ex were not even living in the same town. All that remained was for a judge to bless the final degree, an event which would.