(Author's note-this is the story Diana provided to Jane back in Part 7by the way)Once they pulled up to the front of the airport, Diana scanned around...efore she saw a familiar face. "Oh hi there dear!", she shouted towardsa man standing just outside the doors. He must have noticed as he walkedover to their car. Jane got her first good look at this man, and she wastaken aback. He had short buzzcut brown hair, with light brown eyes anda dazzling smile. Of course, he had on a slightly tight. Mene pucha k bhaiya kaa gaye he to usne kaha ke wo bussiness tour par gaye he after week wo wapus aayenge itna sunte hi mere man me laddu futne lage aur akele hi muskurane laga to wo muj se puchne lagi kyu smile kar rahe ho ha mene kaha kuch nahiFir mene pucha kya kam tha to usne kaha ke mujhe kal ko shopping jana he to agar tum free ho to kya… Mene bus itna sunte hi haan kar di to usne thank u kahe ke subha 8 baje aane ko bola. Mene kaha thik he aa jaunga. Fir me subha hone ki wait karne lga. All the same, Tom still found himself stealing a backwards glance over his shoulder as his mother was taking her bra off. All he could see was her bare back and a shallow side view of one breast ... one breast that looked very cute indeed.Tom turned away quickly. He did not like that sudden surge he felt in his penis. Getting an erection over a naked fifty year old stranger was one thing. Getting an erection over the sight of his forty year old mother’s breasts was something totally different. The cuffs are torn and ragged and there are holes all through the knees, on the thighs, the back of the thighs, and just below my ass. One of the pockets in the rear is ripped about halfway off and there is a quarter-sized hole on the top part of the rear where the pocket tore in the first place. Over the years either they’ve shrunk a bit, or I’ve put on a few pounds. They’ve shrunk, I decided. I shimmied into my old pants. They are still very comfortable but now so tight that if I had on.