She wasn’t getting it. I wasn’t explaining it well enough to her. “I could put someone right where you are, that’s true. That doesn’t mean t...at you’re replaceable.”She sniffled, and I knew it meant that she was weeping. That tore my heart apart, but I knew that saying something wouldn’t make her tears stop, they would just be driven beneath the surface. “Mike found a way to replace me. As soon as he couldn’t have sex with me he found something else Karly shaped.”I shook my head at her. While Larry was doing his work, Jerry chatted with his mother as his eyes followed every movement of her sensational body, as it swayed and jiggled under the thin, curve hugging, floor length, white robe, as she undulated around the kitchen on her 4 inch high heeled bedroom wedges, giving him many glimpses of her plush, tanned and very toned thighs.His mouth kept getting dry as he watched this vision of erotic sexiness move back and forth in front of him, and he kept having to drink water to. I started stalking her religiously now. Bought a Go-Pro camera to capture her moves. Her raw village beauty was intoxicating me slowly like old wine.One day, I got a good view of her cleavage while she was mopping the floor bending down. I thought of her soft boobs, how relaxing would it be to put my face in between them.Somehow she sensed my interest towards her through her feminine sixth sense. The very next day, a holiday and I was at home. She came in the traditional dress, a yellow sari,. "Are you crazy?" responded Mark in disbelief."What do you mean? There will probably be at least a cross dresser or twothere." Well, let's just say three's a crowd then. I'm not going out like this." What? Do you think transvestites don't go out en femme?" Is that what they call it? I don't think en femme is for me." But, hun. You look so convincing! No one would know but me."Lysa's recent references to him as "hun" were driving Mark wild. He reallyliked it. And the way she almost begged was so.