Well just sign it as Grace Hardy then." I turned to look at her with raised eyebrows again and she shrugged. "Oh come on Andy. I know you can forge Mu...'s signature. It just doesn't look right when I do it, I can't write in fountain pen. I can do everyone's signature, I was writing Becky sick notes last week from her parents but I just can't write in fountain pens no matter how hard I try." She hesitated and pursed her lips. "They've had enough letters and signed forms to know Mum's signature so. She wear modern dress with low neck and loose outfits and tight pants and leggings. Whenever we use to go for markets everyone use to stare her for her stunning cuteness and ever so delicious ass , I use to enjoy the look on their faces as they feel the desire for her and I use to feel proud as she is with me . It makes me feel erotic too as I knew what are they thinking about her, fucking her in their minds. She always show her innocent side and try to be a sati savitri but I always has the. Her eyes were sparkling blue. “You are so damn sexy,” I remarked. Betty was quiet for a second. I could tell the awkwardness of the moment was not one wither of us were prepared for. “I have never cheated on Tom,” Betty remarked, staring down at the floor. “I’m not asking you to,” I remarked. “It was only a compliment.” Betty was quiet. I could sense that she was confused and unsure of next steps. She stared straight ahead as she mulled over her thoughts. “This tough one,” she remarked,. George made the room look extra comfortable and sweet, and I see he had two glasses of wine all ready poured out for us. He sits on the couch and motions for me to sit right next to him. Once we’re both sitting, our legs are touching close together, he puts his hand on my thigh, and then gives me my glass of wine.“Let’s have a toast…here’s to…here’s to, hmm….here’s to love, trust, family, and you of course, my love,” George says as he raises his glass to mine, “Here’s to all that crap” as we.