Unke pati ek marketing manager the jo aksar market me rahte the jo baad me mere liye plus point ho gaya. Unka fig 34d 30 36 tha jo maine ek baar khud ...apa tha. Wo bht gauri to nahi thi bt wo sawli thi aur usme feature use bht attracting bana rahe the. Uss waqt unhone saree pahni thi red saree me unki body bht mast lag rahi thi. Uppar sse unhone low neck blouse pahna tha jisme se unke cleavage dikh rahe the. Baat karte karte mera dhyaan wahi jaa raha tha unhone ek do baar notice bhi kiya bas. Hell, the kid was staring at her ass so hard he could have walked right past me without seeing me. "Let me get you your money," she said loudly as she had walked towards her purse. I stepped around the wall just as Diane dropped the towel and her wallet. She was reaching for the wallet and her towel in no real hurry when the young man offered to help her. The guy was about twenty, rather nerdy looking with black rimmed glasses and a baseball cap pushed back on his head, a name tag. Many children don't really need a lot of discipline, especially with a stable home like ours they figure all the social stuff they need to know on their own - through interactions on the playground and at school. Maybe a little slower without, what I consider, proper parenting - but they figure it out.It was clear to me that my child was not so lucky. It was also clear to their school. And when Donald insisted it was the school's fault and pulled them out, the same issues were clear to the next. After the shampoo she sat me upright and began a very thorough massage of my neck and shoulders. She remarked I felt extremely tight and asked if I was under a lot of pressure. I explained I was and had not had a day off in weeks. “Well, to make you feel better I’ll work a little harder on you.” As her hands worked my upper body I began to have some lascivious thoughts about her and before I knew it, I had quite a hardon that was very visible due to my thin dress pants. She was back working on.