As I stood on the doorstep I glimpsed a reflection in a nearby window ofa tall young woman in a powder blue dress. I looked around, puzzled, butcouldn...t see anyone near me.Before I could investigate further, the door opened and a familiar voicesaid, ?Ah, Lucy, Christina, there you are. I?ve been so looking forwardto your visit. Come on in!?Professor Morrison held the door open invitingly. He was an elderly man,perhaps in his mid sixties, with wisps of grey hair framing an otherwisebald pate.. “Honey. Go ahead and open it and see what I boughtyou.”Paul began ripping the paper off the box and lookedinside.“Oh. Honey! You got us tickets for this Sunday’s NASCARrace.”Paul was happy. He was married to the most beautifuland kind women in the world. Paul and Colleen werecelebrating their fifth wedding anniversary that year.They had met working at the same bank together. Colleenhad been a teller at the time. Paul worked as a loanofficer.Colleen was thirty-one. His erection had strained against the underwear so hard that he was afraid that the precum would start to show.At around 6 in the evening, Anju and Ashok were ready to leave. Anju was looking much more ravishing than what she was looking in the day. Tastefully done make up, a lovely saree tied well below the belly button adorned with an appropriate shimmer, a halter neck blouse, exposing her back in all its majesty with a black beauty spot situated exactly where the bones formed a slight gorge,. "All that beer you've been drinking. It's probably forty. Listen, Pete, try on what you've got in there, and I'm going to go out and find some other pants for you to try, okay?" "Yeah, yeah." We stood there listening to this exchange with barely stifled giggles. We knew it was against the rules to have two people in a single stall, but that fact did nothing to decrease my excitement. If anything, it added to it. I couldn't help but stare at Mel's nearly naked body, taking in her sexy curves..