It now seems ridiculous that a 12 year old boy would beaccompanying his mother to the beauty salon....and even more so that he gothis weekly manicure....Except for the occasional little goofing off when heasked me to put some blue polish on him so he could make his mother freakout, for the most part I used a nail hardener and maybe a little clearpolish. His nails always looked good...especially for a 12 year old boy, butthey were healthy and he took good care of them. What's the harm?. I was sure that more than one of the married guests were going to get a stern talking to behind closed doors.Louis Boucher was one of the men who asked me to dance. Off to the side and out of close proximity he told me that he and President Bisset would be at Loures at 1000 after the final round of meetings that the leaders were going to have in the morning.I had intended to fly back to the states so we could accompany Ching Lee to Oklahoma State. We would have to cancel going along. I knew she. Faith was washing the dishes and I was loading them into the dishwasher. When we were done,as I got up and shut the dishwasher door, I slid my hand up from her ass to her neck. She had changed from her nighty and was wearing some normal pajamas. A tight t-shirt and a pair of flannel pants. I took my other hand and went under her shirt and felt her tit. "You ready for more?" she asked. A very aggressive sexual feeling had taken over me by now. I took my hand of her tit, and keeping my other hand. Par mere sam ne eak sundar mast bhabhi rahte thi who kya dikhti thi aapko kya batau jab bhi me unko dekhta tha to me bathroom me jake ke muth mar deta tha par muje unka nam nahi pata tha eak din jab bhabhi ko gas ka silindar badal na tha or who unko aata nahi tha to me aapni balkani me khada tha or unko dekh ne ka eantjar kar raha tha to bhabhi aayi or mujko easara kiya k mere gar aao mere to hosh ud gaye me khushi k mare t-shirt or lowar pahan ke unke gar chala gaya or unko pucha kya kam tha.