'have you mum?' To which Lesley went red with embarrassment and changed the subject. Six hours later Lesley was all ready for her big night out. Her a...ternoon, though, had been at times, trying. Dad had given her a bit of an interrogation as to what was going on....new hair...new clothes...clothes, unlike any she'd ever had before. Neglecting the k**s, oh god ...that was the biggie, she thought. He'd said they were asking questions...questions as to why mum was never there. She obviously felt. When she stooped I saw her deep cleavage of the voluptuous breasts. I stared at her cleavage and once I caught by her. She dragged her kamiz to cover the cleavage. I again stared when it became uncovered and she noticed that and smiled as well as poked her pen on my hand. Soon I realized Geeta’s intention and misbehaving with Barsha, it was her jealousy, nothing else. I could understand another thing and being happy that Geeta likes me and if I try I could fuck her in future. When she looked at. I couldn’t wait to for Tom’s birthday now, it was far more exciting not knowing what was going to happen in the bedroom and the office girl look with stockings was a better idea than the trashy naughty school girls. I already owned everything I needed for the clothing and underwear requirements all I had to buy was the bright red lipstick. Tom’s birthday finally arrived, I quietly applied my make up and got dressed stopping to look at myself in the full length mirror wearing just the stockings. It was only after a long time later, that they could laugh about the polite way in which everyone, including Janet, had avoided saying anything about the chicken while heaping praise on the applesauce, green beans, and cole slaw.She had never figured out how to cook a roast to medium rare. Her roasts usually came out of the oven as shriveled blackened masses. It seemed to be difficult for her to understand that the roast had to come out of the oven before it started smoking. The joke was that.