When I handed it to her, she said, “Marcy said you were a superman, I think I agree.”“God that is awful. I’m just an ordinary guy,” I said. ...��I sure as hell don’t want to be a superman type. I just want a nice quiet life.”“Okay, could I ask you a question,” she said looking at my leg.“It was a traffic accident,” I said.“Okay,” she replied.After she left the conversation triggered a flash back. I could feel the grit of sand everywhere and the heat of the air. The smell of different foods mixed. Think I'm going to enjoy it." Me, too," Jill said, both women blushing again. They hugged briefly. In the vanity area a moment later, they quietly whispered, "What about our heels and other stuff? If we leave them in here, he'll notice, and if we leave them in the bedroom, he'll see when we pick them up to bring them in here to put on. We don't want him to see us until we're ready." Here. In the back of the linen closet," Kathy quietly said, pulling the stack of towels forward a few inches as. Phillips, overhearing the questions, "It's a boy, we think." The audience laughed. "And the sandals are very practical — my ankles have been swelling and the sandals allow for that."One of the teachers stuck up her hand. "You must be saving a fortune on maternity wear!" More laughter, as Mrs. Phillips nodded and grinned."How about the Grade 5 and 6 classes? How are they handling puberty issues?" A lot of them have older siblings, and see the changes they're about to go through. We've actually. Ramu woke me up with bed tea, but to my surprise, he neither tried to kiss me nor fondle my boobs which were showing through the half open nighty. Just gave my tea and went away. I was hot and had wanted him to give me a wake up fuck. Disappointed I went through my daily routine and got ready. I wore an old sari of mine so that the colors wont spoil it. But the blouse was tight and was too low cut. But since Ramu had already seen and enjoyed much else besides just the tops of my boobs I decided.