I love them a lot since my childhood .Mummy jada suit hi pehnti hai and unke baal all tym bun mein tie rehte hain jab wo ghar pe hoti hai. So think of... her as a lady in suit with a loose bun , big ass , big boobs . She wear suits with deep cleavage and deep back . So story i already told you is a fantasy ( Not real) but thought is good so i hope you all will feel it and enjoy it . I will use eynglish / hindi both lanuages in my story side by side . About the story – Story ka theme yeh hai k mom. Now that your dad's president, I'm going to write him a letter describing your un-banker-like behavior. Where did you ever learn this stuff, anyway? From your near-North Side girl friends?"Cindy acted shocked, but her eyes were dancing. "From them? You've got to be kidding! I don't think they know what nipples are for. No, Dan, I got this all from watching Jan and Pete. She does things like this all the time and it doesn't seem to have killed him. You're about as big as he is and I'm not quite. These were a bottle bronzed colour, tendons standing so clearly theycould have been etched - above them, calves that looked as if they hadbeen carved from metal so tight was the muscle definition."Hello? I'm looking for Melissa?"The woman on the sofa looked up and croaked a harsh laugh. She mighthave been 30, though it was hard to tell. Her face was all anglesaccentuated by the harsh drawing back of her silver-blonde hair into afine ponytail. The chords of her neck stood out, rising from. "Go one, feel them" I slowly reach out, my hands trembling and after what feels like forever, touch her breast.Her gaze remains completely unbroken, just the tiniest of a flutter of her eyelids coinciding with your touch. Goosebumps prickle all over her smooth, glowing skin. Her areola tightens and firms, making the nipple at the centre that much perkier, as if begging for attention. She holds steady and composed, but her breath deepens again, an involuntary gesture that lifts her breast into.