You know how young women can be when they focus on an attractive older man. Mr. Blue was the youngest on the payroll at 24 years old. He had turquoise...eyes and careless dark hair. He didnt really spend time with the other teachers, electing to read Byron and Shelly under a large magnolia tree by himself instead. It was here that I first developed a passion for poetry. I would sit with him under the tree everyday. In a way, I felt like it was inappropriate… But it was dangerous and he didnt. A child far below could gaze as the shape shift takes place. All wide eyed wonder would be played out on their face. I would drink the sweet nectar the pretty meadow flowers offer. Just to decide which brilliant one to choose from would be a chore in itself. A bright sun yellow daffodil would open its petals and welcome me to taste. But then there is the radiant blue violet crying for my attention, the dark petals dancing in the breeze hypnotizing me to take landing. I wouldn’t give in though.. Dave followed Jenny up the steps into the home on wheels. Dave whistled and said, “Holy shit. This place is the Taj Mahal.” They were surrounded by an ultra-modern living room with a marble floor, a space-age chandelier, and gorgeous leather furniture in a room with large tinted windows and light wood tones. Dave imagined this is what a space-age home would look like at some time in the future.Elise extended one of the pop-outs that enlarged the living room to a larger comfortable space. There. I stopped her and asked her to pour some chocolate on her body and I took pics of her. My bulge was easily seen in my pajamas and while taking close-up pics it even bumped her head.So after some intimate pics, my bhabhi removed her undergarments and she was clean shaved. I couldn’t take away my eyes from her body to which she blushed and said, “Concentrate on your work.”It was such a distraction that I wasn’t able to take pics. So after much trial, we got some good shots and I showed them to.