My father divorced my mom and married another lady (what an idiot). My mom brought me up herself. She was working as a teacher in a school and doing t...itions a lot to earn money and she still earns a good amount of money from her private tuitions.The time it started, I was in 12th standard. I was 18 and she was around 39 and her shape was 34-32-38. It is really huge ass, which I found out later and also about the actual size of her body. She used to have more or less leg ache almost everyday.. I got up and poured him a glass of bourbon. He took it with trembling hands, stared at it, then downed it in one gulp.“You’re sure it was her?” he asked as I refilled his glass.“Yes.”“I can’t believe it. How?” Dave asked, “How did it happen? Was it an accident? Had she been drinking?”I poured myself a glass and swallowed it, feeling the warmth of its familiar burn. “No,” I said, “We believe she was murdered.”“Murdered? What the fuck are you talking about? Why? Who would have done that?” He. > > > > - - “Tell me more about the dress. Beyond looking great, the material and everything about your dress looks exciting.” “The print is a batik that is hand colored using organic dyes.” The artist explained that beeswax was painted as a resist to each color. The wax protected the cotton from taking each batch of dye. Cracks in the wax imbued flaw streaks giving the final pattern a totally unique look. “This material used four separate dye steps.” “The fabric is perfect the colors are. My wetness coated my fingers as I stroked my slick tunnel. A horn sounded behind us. "Green," I told him. He drove. I put the blue dress on. We headed for the mall. Phase two complete. I led him through the mall, letting him follow me, knowing that he was watching my bare ass moving under my skirt. It was an incredible feeling, being out in public, the air conditioning blowing cool air up onto my shaved cunt. Sweet. You know how your legs feel when you don't wear pants, when you’re in a skirt.