Is something wrong ?”Sanjay replied, “Nn-No Veena” he stammered, “It’s just that the way you’re sitting, I am trying to avoid accidentally...looking up your skirt and seeing your underwear”.Veena laughed “ Awww ! How sweet, my little gentleman! But it’s ok, just be comfortable.”Sanjay blushed a little more but settled down.“We don’t socialize enough Sanjay”, said Veena, “we work together but we don’t know each other that well”.“What do you mean ?” said Sanjay, “ what would you like to know about. Then she stepped in and stood in the front of the screen, blocking the view with her nice firm sweaty body…I protested but then Ana bent over and unplugged the computer.Then she put her soft hand on her curvy hips defiantly and she pointed at the door to the garaje, as she barked she wanted it now.I silently made all the way to the car and brought in all the stuff.When I got back, Ana was sitting in my place on the couch, reclining her curvy body and talking to my mate Jim…My sweet wife had. Also, I was from the Seattle area and had never worked this far east before, and I didn't know how long the season would last. Ever since my divorce, I'd managed to spend the off-season around Seattle to be with Amber, and it was unclear whether I'd be able to do that this year.I'd rented a medium-sized house located one exit north of the work zone that February, and my motor home, a 2001 38' Pace Arrow, was parked next to the garage. The house had two bedrooms and one-and-a half baths, a mud. He liked to play with the boxes of his mother's stockings, pretending he was a clerk in a department store like the one where she purchased her nylons from. He loved the way the stockings were so carefully packaged inside the box which helped him to understand how fragile and delicate the stockings were. He was mesmerized by the diaphanous tissue paper that was so perfectly and carefully wrapped around each pair and how the tissue paper was carefully secured by a paper band that acted almost.