.. with a cowlick for a head of hair. Ears of a lop ... long, mobile and bashful. The eyes were predator; both faced forward, alert but curious. His? ...er? clothes covered a long lanky stringy body. Not exactly pants or skirt. The shirt was dusty white, the sleeves were rolled to the elbows ... or what passed as such. The vest was almost black and well worn ... not that it was worn well. A green patch of cloth protruded where a pocket would be ... if I was wearing it. If I was wearing that the. She had a daughter, varsha, who used to study with me in my high school, and we were very good friends.Because she was not hood in studies I used to go her home very frequently to clear her doubts etc. I noticed that aunty used to like my presence and she by some way or other showed me her assets, mostly her cleavage and her stomach below navel. I was very open to varsha and her mother, and we used to talk everything. Varsha and i, even used to sex chat, which her mother knew. ( sushma told me. I’m married and having a son he is too handsome for his age I can’t control my cunt from dripping when see him in boxers or when he is not wearing any tops, he is 18 this year but he looks very matured and hot any horny woman will be dreaming of having sex with him. Let me start my story, even though i am a horny slut, but at home ill still maintain as a good wife and mother, my sex life with my husband "was" superb which means he is no more fucking me not to say fuck, he don’t even kiss me!One. With her mystery man on her mind, it was too much. As she quickly looked back up at her date, he mouthed the word for emphasis with a little too much drama for her taste. “Sexy.” For the first time since they had started dating, Asia felt irritated. She rolled her eyes at him, which was something she rarely did. As a woman of color, it always seemed like a stereotype she did not want to contribute to. And, it was a juvenile way of communicating. It was effective though. She could see an.