..very sexy...and I’d love to be your petite size”I smiled. Yeah I was a trim package for thirty-five...not milf or cougar yet in my own mind. Sti...l screw all those guys out there...that couldn’t see it. But tonight I could get lucky.I felt good leaving the store in my chest defining flouncy white blouse: a steal even at one hundred and forty five dollars. It was sexy me. It was a light silky cotton gauze, perfect for high summer. The bodice was covered in me shape defining pleats. Three. *Don’t Worry, Be Happy)MICHAELHere’s a little song I wroteYou might want to singit note for noteDon’t worry, be happyIn every lifewe have some troubleWhen you worryyou make it doubleDon’t worry, be happyDon’t worry, be happy nowOo, oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo, Don’t worryBe happyDon’t worry, be happyOo, oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo, Don’t worryBe happyDon’t worry, be happyAin’t got no placeto lay your headSomebody cameand took your bedDon’t worry, be happyThe landlord sayyour rent is lateHe may have to. Phir Sonu kamre se awaz laga ke boli kya hua aj sona nahi he kya.Ye sunte hi Rabi ne hamse good night bolke room me chala gaya. Magar ham dono kuch aur der tak bahan bethe. Mona mere lips par kiss karne lagi. Phir ham dono room me agaye. Mona ne kaha ki darling mujhe bhi nind nahi arahi he chalo na beth kar film dekhte he. Mene bhi hami bhar di. Phir ham dono beth kar 1 achi si blue film dekhne lage. Mona mere bahon me sar rakh kar Film dekh rahi thi. kuch der bat ham dono phir se garam hone. I adjusted myself and asked him to come in. "Ahh Clara. Mr Simmons wants to talk to you. please go to his office" He said. What was this about? I slowly walked out of my office. Mr Simmons was a very attractive man. He had short hair, stubble and was in his late 30s. Only being 20 at the time I found him very sexy because he looked good for his age. He was in good shape and was a bachelor. He was demanding and strong. I always wondered what it would be like to fuck him. I slowly knocked on.