Kahi aagdi mhataya hotya. kahi aaji va kaka aajobanshi bolat hotya kahi aaila kitchen madhe madat karat hotya va itar jawal pass basun gappa marat hot...a. nemkya tyach divshi sakali 6 vajta light gele hote. ha 12 tasancha powercut aahe he sarvana samajla hota pan tyanchya sahi kahi te navin navta.Pan mala jaam tras hot hota. tithe vara pan yet navta. tasach don khidkya samai va dive vizu nayet mhanun bandh kelya hotya. sarva jan ghama ghum hot hote. maza t-shirt magun ghamane bhijla. mi tithech. Conversation was robust - and, soon, became quite open. They were traveling together along the West Coast, and found the little community quite by accident. More ale, more conversation, and we all were very loose. Giggling, patting hands, etc. were the norm for us in jig time. I asked them what their plans were after leaving the pub. They had no plans, preferring to "wing it" from activity to activity. I indicated I was housesitting for my family while they took a long weekend road trip. The. ...go where I want...." retorted Ashley. A few more minutes of yelling ensued, which finally ended with, "AS LONG AS YOU LIVE IN MY HOUSE, YOU LIVE BY MY RULES!! YOU ARE GROUNDED FOR A WEEK LITTLE LADY!! NO TV! NO COMPUTER! NO PHONE! NO FRIENDS!! NO LATE NIGHT TRIPS!!! GO TO YOUR ROOM!!!" yelled my step-mom, followed by the thunderous crash of a door closing and the sound of a car pulling out of the drive way. A minute later the door to my room crashed open and with soiled tear streaked mascara. Sherry and I started getting closer and more intimate and I developed desires for her. She was definitely a MILF. Matured woman with a full body. Brunette. Sexy legs, a juicy thick ass and breasts. I think she was most attracted to me because I was young, tall, strong and I listen to her while her husband was less attentive - paying more attention to sports. To make a long story shorter, things escalated between us when Sherry broke the rules of intimate contact by joking and flirtingly.