“Who put that up there?”I grinned. “I figured that was a good spot for it.” “Where did you find live mistletoe?” “Was growing on the fi...rewood.”Momma gave me another beautiful smile and licked her lips. “Well handsome, are you gonna kiss me or not?”She didn’t need to ask me twice. I put our cups down and leaned over her. Momma leaned back against the sofa arm and our lips met. Her long slender tongue slipped between my lips and I sucked on it for a second. That made her giggle and squirm. Roseland Marks was still modeling for diverse clothing stores and in well known catalogues. Her repertoire spanned from bras and panties to fur coats plus everything in between. She was one of the photographers favorites because she was so co-operative with them. Men looked into these books to see her in the bathing suit section or night time wear. Her remarkable curvy figure made her desirous to them. They loved her long raven hair spilling all the way down to almost her butt cheeks. If she. His blond hair was tousled, his piercing blue eyes locked on Abe’s. The young man held a black cup in his right hand and raised it toward Abe in acknowledgment. Abe nodded turning back to the surf and shuffled his way toward the water’s edge. Watching for the lull, he spit into his mask, his fingertips rubbing the spittle onto the glass. He smiled recalling how his wife hated that little routine. ‘Abe, that’s so nasty, why do you always have to do that?’ she would ask and, in return, he would. We came home around 6 pm and she asked me to change into casuals and she was preparing dinner. We had a hearty meal and personally for me it was one of the best since hostel food in Chennai cannot even be called as food. After dinner, she asked me to sleep in my friend’s room. But luck, as I would call it, the AC was not working in my friend’s room. It was peak of summer and in Chennai, it could give you a worst nightmare without a cooling system. So, she asked me to share her bedroom for the.