I went over to visit Allison’s apartment. . . I hesitate to say this, but I was actually going to see her roommate Nan, her former dorm partner and ...ong time party friend. What I didn’t realize was that Nan had a boyfriend, a wryly humorous and cagey dope dealer named Stan who soon made me feel like hale fellow well met, and got me quite stoned on some killer weed. If that’s a bit of a cliché, well, so be it. It was the tenor of the times. There was much giggling and hijinks in the ensuing. Your pert bum was being forced outward for my benefit; your lightly flowing dress, thin enough to make out the outline of your panties, the very reason that I will often if not always pace-back to watch you move as you walk to observe the shimmer and sway of your body under your clothing and likewise to stand in front of you and watch your beautiful breasts clad into your bra and being exposed to the world via shimmering silk not-quite-see-through blouse, you are a very sexy woman, you know it. My mom generally wears salwar at home in which she looks like early 18 but her age is 37. She is a teacher in my school and every teacher and students want to just touch her as she is the hottest woman ever seen. In school the principal strictly told her to wear transparent saree below the navel as it attracts more students towards school. Every teacher, principal and students are black and ugly and my mom is only hot woman there so everyone tries to seduce her by touching her, she ignores. I agreed and we were on the floor. We played some fast nos. We danced for some time but I was bad but she was too good. I couldn’t keep my eyes any from her jumping mangoes. I was getting turned on. To take a break I said I would get some vodka or bacardi. We tossed the vokda to our friendship and then she said lets have a ball dance. I said yeah right! We danced and got closer n closer n closer, as the aroma was getting hotter, the heat between us was burning much more and a stage had come.