Then she, a single 37-year-old, took in their child to raise as her own. Diana looked at herself in the mirror. She still was a very good looking woma..., even now at age forty-two. She had long, wavy, dark brown hair, a tan complexion that reflected her Italian descent. She was a business woman and was dressed as such, wearing a jacket and a skirt that highlighted her healthy body, her sexy curves and her round ass. But still, she couldn't believe it. She thought about Jake, her godchild. When. I could feel her soft melons getting squeezed between us. She had a smile on her face as if she was going on a honeymoon with her husband.Priya: So, ready for a fun weekend? (She winked.)Chetan: More than anything. (I kissed masi on her cheek)She held my hand, and we both entered the airport. Wherever we went, she never left my hand. And my elbow was continuously touching her boobs. Sometimes I would intentionally press my elbow against it.After completing all the security checks, we went to. Nope, not this kid. I wasn’t that smart. Dad’s brains hadn’t been passed on to me, at least, not yet. I allowed my hallucinations to meet reality. I began wandering around the house in pajama bottoms and a t-shirt as soon as I got home from school to draw Mom’s attention to my better-endowed groin. While trying to feign intense interest in whatever I was watching on TV or reading, I was nevertheless extremely sensitive to any tiny indication that Mom might actually be taking notice.I convinced. Why didn’t you?’ Well George, I replied, ‘I deep down believe I was going to throw it away but I called Dixie and she tried to talk me out of it. She suggested I call Paul and talk to him. If I would have been home and had that lunch with you, I believe I might have stopped. But as fate would have it I called Paul, I wasn’t here when you came home for lunch. George asked, ‘ What about your good friends Dixie and Joe? Have you told them your latest plans?’ ‘No George, I haven’t talked to them.