A few of us were invited and 6 of us showed up. When we reached there, Rashmi welcomed us. At 9:30, the booze started and everyone was enjoying and ch...tting. A typical house party mood was floating when soon we realized that Shweta’s mother Rashmi’s mother was also at home.Let me describe her. She is 49 years old with 5 feet 3 inches height, with a typical Indian dusky skin tone color and chubby figure which I like the most. Dusky color and chubby figure equals to great affair in general.I am. The top of the tent is mesh, about two-foot square, usually covered by a rain fly, but with no chance of rain I’d left it off for better ventilation. It let enough moonlight in that I could see her better now. Her mouth opened as if she was going to say something, then closed; the fingers that had been working on her crotch came to her nose, then she quickly dropped her hand to her lap. She seemed quite confused and out of place. Still, I didn’t move, just lay there watching her as best I. I went upstairs and I undressed. I’m self conscious about my body. Especially since having Katy. My stomach never went back to the way it was, it’s covered in silvery stretch marks and has lost its washboard appearance. My breasts are sagged and my nipples are large and dark, and my legs have varicose veins also from pregnancy. I always had to have the light off so Tom couldn’t see. I used to be so confident before Katy. I was obsessed with the gym and always took pride in my shape. Tom said. "And you are pregnant," I sensed it as soon as she touched my hand, about 4 months."Oh," she beams at me. Bunyan beams at me."This is your first?" I ask.They nod vigorously. We give them hugs in return."You should come see us when you are ready," Nimrod invites Gloria."Oh thank you Nimrod," she throw herself at him and gives him another hug. "Now I know my baby will be fine." she dances away and into Bunyan's arms."Good night to you two, I should be getting my wife out of the this chilly night.