They turn me on somewhat... I wish I were Rachel, Miss November. She was a stunner indeed. Long, dark brown hair, aquamarine eyes and a tan that would...not quit. Her tits looked a D-cup although they seemed too perfect and pert to be natural. They were too spaced out to be real. But some girls have perky large and real breasts. Her stomach was one that was as flat as a washboard. It was clear that she exercised and worked on the treadmill for two hours a day. I'm sure her existence was based on. She said her mother;Serena’s grandmother owned a villa in Spain. Angela wassure she would let us all go there, and maybe would comewith us. She asked us both to come to her house fordinner at the weekend, so we could meet her mother. “Theonly thing I am worried about is that, if Serena doesnot join in, Wendy may get fed up with having threerandy adults wanting to have sex with her all the time.”she said. Wendy laughed, “That sounds good to me!”“Welcome, Pam. He was 52 years old, his wife and two children were staying in Chennai. He came there for work purposes.A week later, I introduced him to mom and that day, I saw his hungry eyes looking at my mom when he first saw her.Since my mom was shy, she kept looking down sometimes as she talked to him. Mom welcomed him to our house to have a cup of tea. As mom headed towards the kitchen, he stared at her massive jiggly buttocks over her pink saree.As days went by, Jagdesh frequently came to our house. “Fuck,” I thought. She felt better than I could ever have imagined. The tiny light pink rounded nipples hardened under my touch.I reached down and unzipped her regulation school skirt, letting it fall in a crumpled heap around her ankles. I ran my eyes over her. The black lacy bra, the white cotton panties with pink hearts on them, the black over the knee socks, it was too much to resist. But by then, I’d gone too far anyway.I ran my fingers down over her flat stomach, cupping her panties..