They are only reading glasses, but my public doesn't know that.I have my hair cut in a short, 1950's manner. My clothes are just slightly off kilter, ...eeky and different. I'm an odd looking guy with the haircut, the clothes, and the glasses. And by the way, I'm a top of the line computer geek. Hey, I'm only giving people the image they want to see.I figured it out when I was just a kid. People like to categorize other people, to put them in boxes. Since I was going to be put into a box, I chose. Again, my movements are slow and caressing. By this time her husband has repositioned himself, so he can see what I'm doing. This allows the married couple to look into each other's faces, and I'm sure the husband can see in his wife's face the same thing I see -- an anxious, pleading look — the wife silently pleading to her husband to come to her rescue, and stop my assault on her body.But the husband doesn't stop me. So I move my hand gradually higher. My hand edges under her skirt. My hand. Mariam suspiciously moved towards the guest room located in the basement and found a hazy light on. She called me with the move of her hand while keeping one finger at her lips, telling me not to make any noise. We took the cover of darkness and peeped through slightly opened door. I found that Ahmed was sitting in the chair with his trousers below his knees and his rock hard huge dick was pointing towards the mouth of my sister Neha. Neha was sitting on her knees with her mouth open in-between. Checking the clock on the mantle as she stepped inside, Jenna, was glad to see that she still had two hours before Moira would be at her door. After eight hours working at Angelo's, the one thing she wanted more than anything else was a long, hot bath.One of the things she fell in love with about her apartment, aside from the privacy, was the old clawfoot bathtub in the bathroom. Having had to share a shower with four brothers and sisters, it was an almost sinful indulgence.Small wisps of steam.