"I've brought you a present," Zandra told the older woman when she hung up the phone."What kind of present?" Miranda asked."One of their new machines....Have our people examine it and determine how it works. See if they can develop an automatic counter to it. Something along the line of a feedback device perhaps, that would burn the damned things out." All right, I'll get them right on it," Miranda said, then changed the subject before Zandra could say anything else. "That was our people in. She thrust one of her breast in to my mouth. 'Suck baby, suck!' she said.I was just eighteen and my Mom was thirty eight. She was a sports teacher in a high school. She had a fantastic shapely body and was taking good care of it by doing regular exercises and Yoga. I had dreamed to play with my sexy Mom's breasts many a times. My dream had come true. I was at the top of the world.Suddenly it was dark. I realized Mom had covered my head and her naked breasts with that bed sheet. I understood the. A tall young man walked down the street, regal of posture and bearing. His hair tall and wildly spiked in a blue color, one lone tuft of it hanging low across his forehead. Yet his hair moved in the wind with such a gentle softness that Daichi could not bring himself to think the man was using some type of product. In the face of conventional reasoning, the regal man’s hair simply stood up all on it’s own. A figure that struck a chord in Daichi he recognized, as the man looked all too much like. Our subject slowly changed to her younger days in college and so on.She asked me if I would like to see her photo albums. I said, “I would love to.” She went in the bedroom and brought the album. I started going through the albums one by one. Needless to say she was looking super hot during her college days. And I complimented her. She also showed me her wedding album in which she was in a red saree and her husband in a sherwani suit. I again complimented her on her stunning looks during the.