I put my hand on hers and said “Jean, I don’t know how to say this to you so I’m just going to say it and hope you don’t get upset."I think sh...e knew what was coming because she never left my eyes. I began with, "You excite me in a way that no other woman ever has. When you walk into my room I instantly begin to get hard. The smell of your perfume makes me feel dizzy and my heart begins to pound. I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want you.” And then, this part was just the best, she simple. ”“The skirts aren’t for me,” she paused. “They’re for our daughter.” Allison looked at her wide-eyed. The woman looked closer at Allison in her open blouse and odd-looking shorts.“I don’t think she’s eighteen.”“She isn’t, my husband is buying the skirts for our daughter.”“That’s allowable,” she admitted and thinking what parents would allow their daughter to wear such a short skirt. She looked at Allison’s shorts. “Are you wearing panties?”“Yes I am. My mom and dad say they look like blue jean. I told her she couldn't be right, that Tim had a vasectomy a few years ago. She said she was sorry but the entire tests are right, I'm going to be a Mother, again.I was mad as hell as I drove home. Once Tim got home I told him to get his ass on the phone to our attorney. We are going to sue his asshole Doctor that gave him the vasectomy. I'm fucking pregnant!Tim turned all white and sat down in the chair and said your what? I'm pregnant I yelled! Your fucking vasectomy didn't work or something!. Gently ran his fingers in my pussy hair and at one point touched my pussy lips with his finger. Rubbed slowly for a few seconds and inserted one finger a little bit. I groaned a bit but he withdrew his hand quickly and put his finger in his mouth. And commented “you are delicious Mrs. Rahman,” he winked and smiled. "O.K, Mrs. Rahman," Mr. Aravind said with a smile. "You may go now." "What?" I sounded puzzled. "What about the admission?" "I will take your address from the application," Mr..