She said yes, I gave her the Purse. She was kind of shocked and then I saw a smile when she smiled it formed a dimple on her cheeks, She thanked me ag...in and again and gave me a hug. While she was going through her purse, I was checking her out, She was beautiful, with jet black hair, big eyes and could have been around 38 or forty, she had maintained her figure and her breasts were kind of a handful. She told me she had just been on the verge of calling the banks to report a loss of her credit. I am now 21 and have a normal body with average sized tool. Ab hindi me meri mami ka naam hai nikita(not real name) meri unpe nazar shadi hone k bad se hi thi par kabhi mauka nhi mila. Waise unka fig bda kasa hua hai 34-26-36 aur dikhne me itni hot ki koi bhi fisal jaye unka ghar mere ghar se pass me hi hai unke ghar me 3 log rehte hai nani,mama aur unka ladka jo ki 5sal ka hai.Ek bar mere mama kisi kam se mumbai gaye the aur meri nani mere mausi k ghar ghumne gai thi jo ki dusre shehar me tha. Life had never been easy for Hobo Joe. He was raised as one of 10 children on a farm in Iowa. The family was dirt poor, but always had a roof over their head, food on the table and enough love to overcome anything. Most of his brothers and sisters were either gone or he didn’t know where they were. His mom and dad had both passed away several years ago. His schooling was done at home and his reading and writing skills weren’t the best. He told me a story that really hit close to home and showed. He told me the meal was delicious, which made me feel special.After dinner and dessert, I cleared the table, and Wayne offered tohelp, but I insisted on doing it myself, just like a good littlehousewife. I told Wayne that if wanted to go back to watching thefootball game, that I would bring him a cold beer. After getting Waynehis beer I joined him in the living room. I grabbed my purse andtouched up my makeup, adding a bit more lip gloss. As I was admiringmyself in the mirror, Wayne had.