I noticed the grocery store where I shopped just across theway but then remembered I wasn't going shopping. I had a salonappointment as a Mrs. Laine ...onaldson! I felt my stomach tighten as Iwaited for the light to change. But in looking at the cars waiting withme I didn't see anyone staring or pointing at me. I wasn't wearing adress or anything fancy, just the dressed down casual look of an averagewoman in her late 20's. It was a strange sensation but before I couldthink about it further. “Hey, I get to play the winner," He waddled in toward the kitchen carrying eight plastic bags full of groceries, four on each arm.Laura said coyly, “Oh my big strong man. Groceries stand no chance against your powers.” This statement caused the man to start strutting like a professional wrestler.“Those games are going to rot your brains, kids,” Laura stated as she shuffled through the mail in her hand.Laura was somewhat of an icon to the men both young and old in their neighborhood. She was. She doesnt have sexy body, she was a normal classy lady. She was 175 cm and 72 kg. She was in everything normal and was having a white soft skin and a sexy white legs with beautiful cute toes never seen in my life like them, normal ass, a medium size of boobs (not very small and not too big), with a brown long hair.She loved me and think of me like one of her kids. I was coming a lot to her house to spent all the day with her kids. Lode was always when was at home doing like usually. When you get a broad moaning like that, you know it means one thing — she wants it, and she wants it bad! I’m sitting there, totally amazed. Now we have this busty babe sprawled out, limp as a wet noodle, and panting like racehorse. Her eyes are still closed, but now she’s got this little smile plastered on her lips; a kind of silly, happy smile. I told her to lie on her stomach and I started messaging the legs. After a while I told pooja that I need to take the salwar off as it’s difficult to.