"So are you going to answer my questions?" Okay studly. First off, you can call me Sanity Clause for want of something better. I'm sorry I'm being bit...hy but I'll explain it all over a nice cup of cappuccino. Finally... think about it. It is the wee small hours of Christmas morning. There is a crash on your roof and someone slides down your chimney dressed in red and black. Can you put it together or do you want to borrow my slide rule. Aah shit sorry for that. I guess I am bitchy. Do your. I held her hand back up as she continued to grit her teethas the ooze proceeded through her backside, so much so, there was no longer anyseam to her buttocks?her butt now looked like a round bulbous orb shining thereflection of the flickering torch in the darkness. As it crept down her legs, she could feel her thighssolidifying in a sort of lock-knee stance, forcing her to arch her back tomaintain balance?which of course locked her spine into place like some darkcorset?when it reached her. At first she shook her head no but it only took a minute for her now wet sex to take charge. 'At 6PM almost everyone one should have gone home' she rationalised as she let her fingers caress the silky material of the white blouse.It was a thin polyester blouse that shone in the light.' At least it wasn't see through' she thought. She then picked up a skirt. It was black with pleats and even though it was short it wasn't a parody. Rather it was a short skirt someone actually would wear if they. Firstly we were to go to a temple. Mom was beautiful in a pink saree. She wears the sarees that’s worn by young women. She looks very young in them. Her usual large kunkum made her look very beautiful. It was very beautifully stitched blouse.As usual her navel button was visible. I walked a little behind her to appreciate her voluptuous butts. and her back.She was, however a real devotee, who minded her own business despite knowing her own son from behind is watching her. The little flower the.