"You got a bed I can rent?" I asked the woman as she put chairs up on tables so the man could sweep."I been thinking," she said.I held my peace."Might...be I could use a man," she said quietly, almost a whisper. "We could talk about some things." Talk?" I said, helping with the chairs.She smiled. "My room's at the left at the top of the steps over there. I'll be right along."I almost ran up the stairs but then decided it might be better if I kept my britches on a while longer. So I sat on her. I live in a hostel with my roommate Rohit. Our hometown is far away from Bangalore. My mom Nancy is a beautiful, decent, and modern lady. Her age is 42, but she looks like 35 because of her regular yoga and meditation classes. Her sizes are 34-28-36. She has a white skin tone. She usually wears a ponytail, which makes her more beautiful. Her nose ring gives a stunning look to her.She usually wears tight sleeveless tops and tight 3/4th leggings to her yoga sessions. She wears nighties and. He had just a fraction of a second to brace for the impact of her small body. “DAVE. I MISSED YOU.” The two hugged and kissed. Dave realized he did have a great attraction to small women – this one now a country music star.“Ashley, welcome home or back or whatever.”“Oh, this is my home. This is where I belong ... with all of you.” She gestured around to all the others looking on. Erin, her sister, was standing there grinning with little Joshua Allen in her arms – another one of Dave’s children.. In the taxi, she leaned on me gave me a kiss on my cheek and thanked me once again; I turned and gave her a brotherly kiss on her forehead and held her in my arm. At the hotel she gave me the option to shower first and I took it, came out in my boxers only and sat on my side of the bed, she then went in and showered, I was imagining that lovely piece of ass I had seen earlier, how amazing she must look nude under that shower. Again I smelt her fragrance. I couldn’t bare it. I was horny as hell..