The traditional woman a while ago was transformed into a slutty queen now. Her mannerisms too looked different, she was more eased out being at home.W...hile Satish arranged for the drinks with ice, she came from the back side of the sofa and started to embrace me by my neck. I accessed her neck and started to give slow rubs while I was still talking to Satish. He was curiously explaining the model of his business and other office-related stuff. This perhaps was irritating for Keerthi which was. Sure, I look. Oh, I don't leer or anything. But what else am I going to do? Read the paper? Plenty of boring hours at work to do that. So I just sit and observe. I try not to be too obvious, like I'll use the windows as mirrors sometimes, or concentrate on the women who are reading papers, so there's less chance they'll catch me at it.Hey, wait, this is making me sound like some kind of pervert. It's not like that, I swear. It's just ordinary people watching, except I'm lucky enough to have. " I just met her at the shop, I helped her find some weird tool." I don't care about that, what does she look like?" my mother saidtaking a seat on the bed, she crossed her legs, the short shorts ridingup almost up to her crotch.I kind of paused for a second or two thinking about my answer, herfantastic legs took my breath away for a second, she noticed my eyes andadjusted her legs, slightly pulling the shorts up even tighter andhigher on her slim thighs. I started again, "She's really pretty,. We usually ordered take-out from one of our favorite restaurants onChristmas Eve. After eating together, we all gathered around thefireplace and had our usual small Christmas program that involvedreading about the birth of Christ in the scriptures, and then watching ashort Christmas video, which was sappier than it needed to be.Then just before bed, we all were allowed to open one present. We alwaysopened a present on Christmas Eve, and we always received the samething: new pajamas. I have.