Her name is Shahida and she is 5.2 inches tall and fair in looks. Her boobs size is 34 and her waist and body figure aren’t so curvy since she alrea...dy had two kids. There was a problem in our room and I had to ring her again and again. The electricity keeps going again and again. Then she voluntarily gave me her number to ring her if we got any problems. It was Saturday and she was wearing Salwar kameez. I was staring at her body and scanning her figure for a long time and all of a sudden I was. "Not THAT hot!" she said with a hint of regret.The conversation drifted on to other topics then; as was usually the case when they all got together.Everyone had so much to talk about, that one person could only be the centre of attention for a brief time. It was a great system for being able to talk about your life, without feeling as if your privacy had been totally trashed.The afternoon sped by and come teatime there was the sound of the front door opening. Her dad walked into the room and. He had beautiful creamy mulatto skin and big dark eyes. He looked up and caught me gawping at me, was my mouth open, was I drooling at his gorgeousness?We both smiled and held each other’s gaze; he licked his lips and looked me up and down with the swagger of a confident man. Neither of us made an attempt to speak. His eyes dropped to look at my breasts. I had a dress on which showed plenty of my cleavage. I didn’t have a bra on, well the girls were still perky and I could feel my nipples hard. She told of sexual exploits beyond swing shift tales as she related her sexual escapades. She admitted she was promiscuous, loved sex with young alpha males and had no commitment or faithfulness required. I advised her to be more responsible, as the older woman at work once did for me but also avoided moral judgments. She assumed I was a chaste wife, which I was.One afternoon, wearing Edward's ring, she remarked on its beauty and asked how I got it.“Oh, it’s a long story.”“Okay, what’s the.