Her breasts, her ass, her thighs her mouth, that beautiful flat stomach. Her feet. Shit I’m not even a foot dude and I liked her toes. We stood toge...ther. She reached down picked up her snifter, and then downed the rest of her brandy. I stole a glance at her breasts peeking out from her open blouse. She caught me and smiled as she offered me her empty glass.I took it as she turned and walked down the hall into the bedroom. “You want more drink?” I asked imitating the server at the. I was intrigued, but wary, as I did not know Margetta’s whole story.After getting all of the family gossip from my mother. I called Marge the next evening and we talked for a few minutes. I asked if I could meet her somewhere for coffee. She said she would like that. She added that she was living with her mother and ‘Gramma’ loved looking after Jack.Over coffee, we told each other our life stories. I explained that I had graduated early, and had finished a technical college associate degree. What a shame. For him, she said. He stepped inside and slammed the door and pulled her close. Christ almighty, I missed this body, he said. Fucking sensational. His hands slipped under all the lace and groped her ass and came upon a jeweled butt plug planted between her cheeks. He shot her a devilish look. Just getting it ready, she said. She arched on her tiptoes and kissed his bottom lip. Ive been clenching my ass all day wishing it was you. Good girl. He smacked her butt and kissed her hard.. The other room doesn’t have any light. It’s better if you change here” I said looking into her eyes, my wicked mind thinks of getting under her saree. She looked hesitantly at me. “don’t worry Shruti. It’s okay ”I said looking lustfully at her. She removed the upper portion of her saree and I could see her deep cleavage more clearly than ever, her hips inviting me to suck on them and make her mine. I think she noticed me staring at her so she turned her back to me and began undressing. This.