I live in Panvel city near Mumbai. My family consists of my dad, mom, and two elder sisters.My dad is 51 years old. He has been working in Saudi for 1... years now. He went so that he can get both my sisters married and for my future education. My mom is 47 years old. She is a housewife. Both my sisters are married. They have been married in the last few years. Now my Mom and I live alone in our single room flat (chawl). I am very close to my mom. She loves and pampers me a lot. We are a lower. I told him I was visiting an old friend and staying at their house. Finally the day came, my husband left on business and my kids stayed with his parents. It was a 5 hour drive to his house, but totally worth it. When I arrived it was sunset. His house was great. A double story building, 4 bedrooms, 3 bathrooms, a home cinema and a whole lot of other stuff. He had a big garden that was full of thick bushes and flowers. A large concrete wall lined his property, to prevent peeping eyes. He was. He looked like he was going to ask a question about what she was wearing, but after a long look at her big jugs, he killed the power to the saw he was using. Then he asked a neutral question. "So what's up?" Well, you know how I counsel students at a school? There is a particular case I wanted to talk to you about." Isn't that stuff supposed to be kept confidential?" David interrupted.Dana sighed. This was going to make things more complicated. "Yes, that's true, but I think I can discuss the. I turned in time to hear a quickly muttered apology and see someone darting off, probably sure I was going to sic an army of simian bouncers on him. I sighed again: the evening was not going well. Over the next half hour I managed to calm myself down, and after slowly making my way around the dance floor-turned-play area without another incident I felt far more comfortable. When someone finally did reach out to touch me again (this time a slow, caressing touch along the bottom of my butt).