Shuru me to wo kewal unke sath hi rahti thi kisi se jyada bat nhi karti.Bachche mere pas khelne ate to Sheela bhi aa jati aur meri dhere-dhere Sheela ...se bat hone lagi.Mai thoda mazakiya aur flurty tha to wo meri dost jaldi ban gyi.Bachno ki wajah se hum daily milte aur mazak karte wo bache ate to mai unke sath na khelkar sheela ke sath hi bat karta aur t.v. Dekhta rahta.Mere sath pata nhi kya hone laga ki mai din bhar usi ko sochta rahta ki kab ayegi,kya kar rahi hogi,wo meri kabhi kabhi tareef. Even washing in rainwater had to make her clothes smell better than they did when I first opened her "tomb". She had been sent on her way, obviously excused from her "job" of taking care of senior citizens with their daily needs at their homes. Why someone with her education was doing that was beyond me. She was a top notch commercial artist and accomplished draftsperson, specializing in CAD design and geological CAD. She was big into volunteering in college, so I figured she must still. There was no spark of life in her eyes, and she looked sort of flat, almost unemotional. ‘I just called you to set up a meet somewhere. I really didn’t expect you to be here.’ ‘I know. But yesterday, after…well, yesterday I called Barb and talked to her for about two hours. She gave me your address and here I am. Evan, I know I can’t undo what was done, but I have to tell you my side. After that, I’ll go.’ ‘Go on,’ I replied, stone faced. My guts were churning but I didn’t want her to know. Was Marcia offering her pussy to her? It seemed to her that her daughter had spread her legs a little further as she first began stroking her pussy. Carol became bolder. She now kept her hand in constant contact with Marcia's nylon covered pussy. It seemed to her that Marcia was raising her ass up in the air slightly to give her better access to her cunt. Carol could feel the crotch of her daughter's pantyhose getting wet. Then Carol's heart stopped as Marcia said, "Mmmm, yes Mom. That feels so.