She started with the feet. Rhea used to always keep going on about howpretty my feet are and I don't take care of them. This was her chance. Afew minu...es later my toenails were glistening with a bright coat ofmaroon nail polish. After they had dried up, she untied me from the bedand led me (my wrists still bound together in front) to the bathroom andtied me to the tap in bathtub. To spare you the details, I came out ofthe bath smelling like jasmine flowers and without any hair on my body. Then. Mom. Looking if she is still a teen. Earlier I mistook it:I saw her back then only a few times. Summer. From my garden. Feed birds. Lives at backside. Like me.I felt pity: Pretty teen I never see outside! Growing up under strict old Indian religious rules at home.I saw her after that only once outside after midnight. On one very hot night I went outside: Cool smoke.I am amazed see her there. "Cooling off" she said "Too hot to sleep" We chat casually. I open. Always.I tell "I regret not seeing. Martha is a very attractive older woman. According to her (her thoughts), she is 49 years old and weighs 150 pounds. She thinks of herself as attractive, but overweight (no differently than most women). Her sizes are 38-28-34. She has a DD cup size (I had predicted D—but she is actually a small DD). She does not particularly like her areoles because they are significantly smaller than most women with huge breasts. Her nipples are tiny as well, something else she does not particularly like.. .you mean unn.. this... this sentence here?..." John asked, his fingers shaking as he tried to examine the document in front of him."It's further down the page..." Ms. Nora purred into the young man’s ear as she took John's hand in hers and moved it. She pressed her big tits more tightly against him as she toyed with the hairs on the back of his hand. Then she reached further across his desk and touched the picture of he and his girlfriend at this years prom, making sure her breasts moved.