They took a seat on the couch and talked briefly to get comfortable. The entire time, Marcus would run his hands over her body, as Antonella would run... her fingertips up and down his thigh. Before long, Antonella could see Marcus’ cock slowly growing in his pants. She gave the area a quick massage before excusing herself. She gave him a long, deep, French kiss before slowly getting up and walking to the bathroom. In two minutes, she made sure the donation was correct, and slid off her robe. Life continued in this way for three months. On wet days, I continued painting flowers and they did indeed bring us in enough money for a meagre amount of food and I did sell one of his larger paintings. I said, 'I' sold it because, Leonard's health deteriorated with a chest infection causing him to cough badly, and I took the work to market. The man who bought it, gave me some advice. "You are wasting your time trying to sell quality stuff here my dear. Very few who come to this market are. Looks good on you.”“What did you pick?”“Recognize it?” Eva modeled for her.“The red cocktail dress. Excellent choice.”“I’m not bothering with a jacket.” She turned to show off her bare back.“What do you have on underneath?”“That teddy,” Eva replied.“And, red pantyhose.”“Uh-uhn,” Eva replied and lifted the skirt of her dress. “Red stockings.”“Your legs look great in stockings,” Janet replied.Eva smiled. “I feel sexier in stockings.”“You look sexier in stockings. I’m going to be thinking about. Smitha stood like a rock on hearing her words and when she saw an agile Pushpa fade away she came down the stairs.Later in the evening, Smitha after having a nap was refreshed. She dressed up in one of her silk sari and looking resplendent she waited for her son to come home.It was not Suresh but Pushpa who came first. On entering she immediately went to Smitha and said 'I have to go home.''Why?' asked Smitha feeling depressed.'My husband has come home and he needs me' replied Pushpa.