Below this she was wearing a black skirt, very short – much shorter than she had ever dared to wear before. She wondered vaguely how come she had pi...ked it, but as her eyes stared out at her legs she was pleased at how she looked. The material of the skirt swung round with her hips and revealed a little more of the softness of her hidden white thighs. It would certainly catch the eye as she walked down the street she thought. Her feet were encased in bright red shoes with huge heels – perhaps 3. Exploring every inch of her body was making me crazy and wild in my joggers. All of a sudden her baby woke up and started crying. So I lifted the baby and gave it to Rachana. I knew the baby won’t stop crying until it’s fed. It was my only chance to peak at her boobs.Like a good boy, I excused myself from the scene but Rachana insisted on me staying there itself. I was extremely happy being there. She removed her pallu and I saw trails of her sweat flowing from her neck all the way to her. After that night, TV became our evening ritual. We’d watch TV for hours, talking well into the night. Pamela occasionally joined us when she was off, but most of the time she made herself scarce or went to visit one of her other kids. It’s safe to say Zandra and I became really good friends and felt really comfortable around each other.Zandra had a cat, a ginger cat. She called him “PC”, apparently after a police officer who used to live next door to her who she had a crush on. She found it. He marched out of HR, even his neck was red, and Fiona looked at meshrewdly, I turned to her and asked as if nothing had happened, "nowwhere were we" I started, Fiona butted in "sod where are we NicholaMacKinnon, what was all that about? I mean I've never heard of any girltalking to him like that, let alone you." I grinned broadly, "I told youlast week, this is the new Nichola, and the sooner that toad realises itthe better."One of the girls sitting close by said, "Go for it girl, more of.