She was wearing a black netted saree that day. I could see her cleavage from her tight sleeveless blouse. She wore her saree 4 inches below her navel....Her hip was covered with her netted pallu. I noticed her ass cheeks marching in a disciplined manner like a troop of soldiers made of jelly.Sheila: Hey, Arjun! Would you like to have some juice or something?Me: Yes, aunty. The juice is fineSheila: Give me 5 minutes.Me: Okay aunty no problem.Sheila aunty brought the juice glass and to my surprise. In this room they could hear her screams although muffled, anywhere else in the house it would have been impossible to even hear the slightest sound. Thoughtful of the previous owners to provide an observation room and hide its existence with matching paint, he mused as he pressed his thick cock into Diana’s open and groaning mouth. Pretty slanted brown eyes looked up at him as he pressed his groin against her lips, shoving his entire dick down her throat. She was on a small wooden desk, just. Even though it had some different stressors listed on it, she had a lot of the same ones.In other words, both of them should have been in real trouble.The fact of the matter, though, is that stress is relative. Here's an example. You just found out that the chemo worked and that malignant tumor is gone. The cat scan is clear. You're cancer free. So the broken arm you just got from dancing around with joy and falling down the stairs doesn't carry the same amount of stress it might have. Her long brown hair stuck to her back and her but was just as skinny as she was. “Are you coming?” she laughed when I was caught staring? Turning red I swam over and pulled myself out. My bathing suit was sticking to my flat chest and I was embarrassed. Kim handed me my towel. “You are cute, there's nothing to be embarrassed about.” “Thank you. Let's go” I said. Florida afternoon summer sun was cooking us as we walked home. We were both sweating hard when we got to mom's condo that was three.