“It was my fault” I start.“No mom it was my fault, let me explain Robbie, please” she gently squeezes my leg, I just nod.“Long story short R...bbie just beat the hell out of Brad. I’ll tell you exactly why tomorrow but if Robbie didn’t save me, then, well” her voice trails off as she looks to the ground.“Well what sweetie? What did he do?”“He hit her mom!” I interject.“He What??” Anger full in her voice. She pulls Stacey’s face up to look at her and turns it to the side slightly. It isn’t. I looked at her long, “Why are you blushing?” She turned red and suddenly removed the anchal from over her head and got up and turned towards her cupboard, her back turned towards me. She looked great from the back, the sari wrapped around her big buttock, much below the waist line and her stomach bulged a little at the sides.The wet hair fell across her broad; she took up her hair and began tying them in a knot over her head and turned towards me. Wow, she looked ravishing. The anchal of her. I knew she had the looks and the intelligence to go far in the competition. Katie gives a little laugh, "I don't think so." I know the way my wife loves how people, especially men, watch her. She would be the perfect Mrs. Missouri and maybe the next Mrs. America. My heart raced thinking of how beautiful she would look on stage accepting her crown and all the men wishing they could be next in line to fuck her. "I think you should consider it," grabbing her hand and pulling her closer to me. . The party was well attended and Michelle proved to be a fantastic host laying on an excellent spread of food whilst Lenny was busy charming the ladies as he knew that the best way to gain home makeover work was to get the lady of the house to decide she wanted it doing. Abbey and Arron were certainly dressed to impress although there were only 2 other girls of a similar age to them there both of whom were also at University although Abbey did notice she was getting many admiring glances from.