Sarla waved at me and i waved back and she went inside her room. I felt a bit thirsty and went to the kitchen to get myself some water.The kitchen was... in such an angle that one could look into the 2nd bedroom from the corner. I was filling up the water when something caught my attention. Sarla hadnt fully closed the door on the room. She was changing her saree. I tried to watch away, but it was just too much. Sarla unhooked her blouse to reveal a tight-black bra stretched across her broad back.. Her waist was about the same size as mine andhonestly I could see why my father liked her. She had a playful smileand was a real beauty. She always wore high heels and had a veryfashionably small waist. I was slightly envious and admiring of herbeautiful breasts that she made the most of in exquisite low-cutdresses that displayed them to perfection. I remember when I first mether. We shook hands and she observed me closely. She walked around meand congratulated me on my pretty boyish looks. I. I asked if she wanted to meet up with him with me or on her own but she said with you ASAP and so I set up a meeting with him during the day as he was in our area the following Monday afternoon.We met at a bar not far from a secluded country park that I knew would be quite and I think she knew what and where I had in mind.She dressed in a smart black suit with a slit up the side of her skirt,a two button jacket that showed her snaty cleavage off with stockings and a snaty black bra and thong. Com/stories/getting-dirty-with-the-cleaner-9908539 , and to my surprise, despite her not really being the sort of woman I would normally go for, being on the short and chubby side, whereas my wife Sarah stood at 5 ft 8 and pretty much every girl I had dated was on the tall side, I had eagerly taken the opportunity to meet with her again on another 2 or 3 occasions. Aside from the fact she clearly wasn’t getting any attention from her husband and was therefore pretty rampant I had developed a.