Rama had turned into mod-lady and often was engaged in some mahila (woman’s) social work, but only with a difference that she use to operate from he... house and all the meetings and parties use to be in her house itself. She often used to wear deep neck blouses which used to turn me On. I used to gaze her exposed skin whenever I used to get chance.One day as usual I was washing utensils in the kitchen while rama was cooking. On that day she was wearing newly brought nighty, it was deep neck,. I lost my husband and children in an accident. Ever since then nothing really matters."Okay, I know a cue when I hear one. I stepped up and gave her a hug. When she stopped fighting me I whispered into her ear "You're safe here. You don't have to do anything you aren't ready for." After that I just stood there holding her until she put her arms around me, too. After she did that I held her for a few more seconds, then let go of her and picked up her bag."Okay, first things first. Do you want. "I suppose we could load her on the truck just where she is and find out for ourselves."Fran decided she liked the idea. When the men returned to the living room the next time her legs lay open so they could see the crotch of her panties. The reason they were moving was because some jerky teacher caught her and Ben Ripley in the girls' bathroom at school. Both of them had their pants down and were laying on the floor. Nothing else happened -- they hadn't had sex anyways -- but no one believed. I could smell the fresh mintiness of the lifesavers he loves so much on his hot breath. Brushing his bottom lip slowly across mine, Mitch tilted his head, sliding his tongue past my lips to meet mine. He slowly released his grasp from my hand and proceeded to slide lower down, swirling his tongue in unison with mine, both of us breathing heavy still. Mitch shifted his body so he was hovering over me, our lips still interlocking with passionate greed. Sliding a finger into my wet cunt, I gasped.