After that chitchat, they had breakfast together, and they talked for a while longer. Then, we came back to our room and we were getting ready for the...evening event.My mom was wearing a traditional Gujarati, pink-colored lehenga choli with a black sleeveless blouse with a shiny finish. Her boobs were popping out from her blouse. She was looking like a goddess at that time.When we arrived at the venue, every man was looking at her like a hungry wolf. Every single man, including the young boys,. ? Hiseyes were the first thing that she noticed.?The instant she looked into them she was caught, drawn in.? He gazed at her with a soft smile and boreinto her with those intelligent and laughing eyes.? He seemed amused,? but not in any way threatening.? She finally let her eyes wander over the restof him.? He was very handsome.? He was perhaps 40,? with curly black hair,? and hazel eyes.? He wore slacks and a business shirt, but hadthe sleeves rolled up.? As she watchedhim, he picked up a. She did not want to go through unnecessary hassle when she could have saved more time by doing the task at her own familiar territory. True that she hated to bring her work home but this was her responsibility, although it was Christmas’ eve. She would give her parents a courtesy call later and inform them that she would join them only for Christmas dinner. Her huge white mansion was sighted. Her Mustang entered the driveway. She parked her car inside the secured garage and rushed into the. All it is so far is a hand shaking. Don't make it into any big thing before we need to." Is it always the same hand?" Cindy asked me this."So far it has been." We looked at my shaking hand. This was the longest it had continued shaking. It had been a couple of minutes already. I reached out and put the hand between Joyce's legs, trapping it there."Kenny! What are you doing?" We may as well get some benefit from all that movement." Joyce didn't think that was funny, and she opened her legs up.