Another lonely Christmas was approaching, and Stephanie was putting up her tree with a miserable look on her face. She plugged the lights in and watch...d as they twinkled. She sighed, and fell into her sofa. "why does this always happen?" she asked herself, flicking through her phone. She watched as all her friends celebrated with their families, tables packed with jolly people and hearty food. "if only my family lived closer, then I'd be able to visit them" she moaned, pulling herself off the. Darshan in Dubai.At that time, me and my mom were living in Kolkotta so dad used to visit us once or a week every month due to congestion in work. Let me intro you to my mom, her name is Harita, 50yrs old having a hot figure of 40D -36-44.She has a long hair which goes along the back of her body.Her breast and ass are really big but the bigger one is her fat ass which bounces up and down when she walks.Coming back to the story, as usual dad works under the management of Mr.Darshan. Mr.Darshan. She tried pacifying me not to worry and that she was there to take care of me.I hugged her tightly. Her body heat caused a tent on my towel. I could not feel her boobs as we were hugging in a sideways position while sitting. I slightly moved my hands towards her shoulders and turned her towards me.Now, her boobs were pressing my chest. My tent grew inside the towel. She was feeling a little uneasy. We both got up from the bed in the same hugging position and stood on the floor. Her breathing. She caught his eye and smiled at him, waving before she retreated from his view. His theory of her being from another country seemed to evaporate when he saw the UCLA banner hanging behind her couch; he stared at that banner, thinking that her being from California would explain her actions as well. Matt had heard about the way people from that liberal state were very free about sex and sexuality, free love and all that. He just shook his head in disbelief as he finished his dinner. The rest.