Oregon. French. Bordeaux. Burgundy. Coat Do Rain, or something like that. Italian. Barollo. Brunello. Ports. Tawny.” She only half followed. She did...not know wine. Or liquor, really. Everclear punch and seltzer was all she had learned at college. And she was distracted. Too distracted to really pay attention to his man-splaining about his expensive stuff. Was she anxious that he would make a move, or excited by the prospect? “At last. Our mission. These are brandies. And … this little beauty …. Uske baad hmari aapas me msg pe baat hoti rehti. Or kai baar phone pe baat hoti. Woh hamesha yahi bolti ki main kab unhe mr. Handsome se milwa rha hu. Or main yahi poochhta ki mere liye koi intzaam hua. Woh hamesha “Intzaam” word sun kr hasne lag jati thi.Finally ek din didi ka phone aya ki kal woh apni friend ke sath mujse milne aa rahi hai. Didi bhi us din kuchh jyada hi khul ke baat kar rahi thi shayad woh b mood me thi. Toh didi boli ki uski friend married hai but husband foreign me rehta. I don’t want to.”Mom sighed and looked at the door, like she was contemplating making a run for it. But she stayed where she was.“A month ago I would never have admitted it ... even to myself, but Mom, you are gorgeous and sexy and hot. I mean look,” I said, indicating the lump that was growing in my sweatpants. “Can’t we be honest and admit we are turned on by each other?”“Luke...” Mom said, clutching the top of the robe closed, only to open up more of the bottom.“I’m sorry. I don’t want to. Soon after in continuing to walk her way, she drops something which causes her to turn and showcase her round, curvy ass your way as well as her lovely, plump folds of curved love-handles on her back and sides while picking up her dropped possession. Afterwards, she turns back to you and trots onward towards her destination, leaving you a smile and a lovely view of her full-figured, rubenesque body once more as she parts ways with you, hoping to meet again soon. A day that'll be more than worth.