For shoes I like either high heels or boots that come up to my knees almost.As i got older I would start spurting a little bit into my jeans as I was ...laying my "holding" games, just a tiny bit to make a small 1-2 inch spot on my crotch. That was so exciting. I really wanted to just piss myself completely but I was still living at home & my mother was a stay at home mom at that point; plus she did ALL the laundry. I'd fantasize about being able to have a total wetting one day & what it would. Lal…He was a man of about fifty years of age. He was not very tall but taller than my mom…He was neither too fair nor too dark…He was quiet a well built man…Now let me come back to the story…He started the conversation by asking my full name…He then asked me how much I had got in my previous class…He didn`t look quite happy hearing my result…He then said to mom, “Well Mrs.Sharma, I am sorry to say, but it seems your ward is not very interested in studies…” Mom said, “Actually it is somewhat my. . vo mera land dekh k pagl ho gai.. mne uske hath m dia or choosne ko kha.. vo boli ki I’m sorry.. m esa nahi kar skti.. mne uske baal pkdkr kha- tu aaj se meri randi h or jo m khunga vo teko karna pdega or uske gaal p ek tez thappad mara.. Vo fir mooh m leke use choosne lg gai…Aahhhhh… What a feel… Esa feel meko life m kbi nahi hua tha.. mne doni a hathon se uske baal pkde the or uske mooh m de ra tha.. 15 min baad mne saara maal uske mooh m hi nikal dia or vo sb pi gai…Ab mne uski shorts. Of course the flowing booze and two-three rounds of tequila shots helped the progress. Slowly she was getting into the groove of party and started swaying to the music. I asked her if she cared to dance with me and she said why not. I grabbed her hand and moved to where everyone was dancing. The place was packed. Having suitably immersed ourselves into the throng, I turned and began to move to the music. She followed my lead. She had beautiful rhythm and she was really moving to the music, her.