"I uh, I'm J-Jonathan Harris from Finance," said Jonathan stammering like a schoolboy. "Ms. Kleinshmidt asked me to deliver this file to..." Damn! he ...ursed.The harridan neglected to tell him who the recipient of the file was and Jonathan forgot to ask. She must be having a good laugh right now. Now he was in the presence of this goddess coming across like a complete fool."It's for me, as a matter of fact," said the lovely lady and held out her hand. "Thank you," she said when Jonathan handed. She cursed and dismounted.A half-hour later, showered and powdered, her pudenda carefully shaved and a jeweled cone-shaped plug deep in her stretched anus and a tiny clip-on ring atop her fluttering labia, she came down for breakfast wearing only her brother’s college t-shirt, which barely reached the crest of her mounded thighs, a constant reminder of their multiple couplings. Her large nipples were poking out firmly and her tiny clit stalk was sore and quivering.“You have a modeling job at. I didn't even care how obvious it was to her. For the second time that day, I came in buckets, thinking of my mother.When I came back out of the bathroom, I found my mother waiting for me in the kitchen, as if nothing out of the ordinary had taken place. I decided that, since I had already made her feel so badly down at the beach, I ought to follow suit and just put it out of my mind. I owed her that much. We walked back to the beach and I went for a swim. When I got back, I noticed that there. But it did not come. In fact no words came from her mother-in-law. Rather, she stepped back a little from the bed, still holding divya firm in her gaze. As she did so she placed her hand at her hip and began, slowly, to unravel her rich green sari from her body. Soon her hips were uncovered, then her soft fleshy stomach, her shoulders, her naked thighs, until she held the fabric in her hand and dropped it to the floor. Divya’s heart was racing. She could barely draw enough breath, and certainly.