Narrow waist, wide hips that support a gorgeously plump ass, and long, long legs that end in cute, petite feet and toes that are perfect for high heel....I stepped out of the bathroom and sat on the worn, faded sheets. I had been on so many assignments since I joined this station that I nearly forgot what country I was in. I slipped my new, dark stockings over my legs first as I heard a taxi blare outside. I stood up, and pulled my tasteful black skirt up my smooth, pale legs. For a moment, I. You were shaking. Your thighs were quivering with the powerful sensations pulsing through your whole body. Lightning shot from your heart to your diaphragm, then deeper. Below your tingling, throbbing clit your pussy was quivering, almost spasming in anticipation of what was to come.You were fire…Whose fuel was desire. You thrived on the lusting eyes which surrounded you, burning in the curious furnace of confusing enjoyment. You did incredible things that night. Extraordinary, unexpected,. "Next morning, while he was going to Office, he noticed a lady aged more than 50 years in a white saree in the flat of Rupali. She was probably a widow.In the evening, Rupali called him to her flat for coffee, and introduced the lady."Kaka, she is my mom," said Rupali.The lady had a dignified personality. She wore a white saree (As per tradition, widow woman wears white dfress or saree in India). Although, she was above 50 years, might be between 52 -56 years, a widow, but her beauty could be. She didn’t really understand what that meant, but she knew it had to be horrific. She hadn’t really wanted to think too much about it, but now Thad’s stupid mother was bringing it up. “Okay, okay! Crap! Don’t blow a gasket, mom!” Thad snapped. “Yes, I promise. Just take it easy, all right?” Thad grumbled as he hung up the phone. “Fuck…you’d think I was a lamb going off to slaughter the way she acts sometimes,” he complained as he climbed back into the truck. He flung his cell onto the.