There was no place in the house to look without seeing his handiwork. It was impossible to live there and be able to get over his loss. There was stil...l enough money to live on, but my mom needed something to do.Mom is 36 years old. She was one year younger than Dad when they were married 17 years ago. I was born 10 months later when she was 18 and he was 19. At age 36, mom was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, in real life, magazines or films. She was about 5' 6" tall and weighed about. He was a very capable lover and I enjoyed my time with him very much.It came as no surprise to me when he proposed, but he seemed surprised when I seemed hesitant to say yes. When he pressed I told him that I thought we needed to be more established in our careers before thinking of marriage. That is when he told me the extent of his family's wealth and that I would never have to work for a living and that his career was already established. He would be going into the family business and would. I watched her from my room when she bent down to pick up the wet clothes from the bucket, wring the water off them and raised her arms to hang them over the clothesline. She usually tucked in her saree at the waist when she did this and when she raised her hands her waist was exposed and I could see the folds at her waist and parts of her breasts through her aanchal. She had a nice rounded figure and a big bum. Whenever she bent to pick the clothes and stood up again, her saree got stuck in the. Sure enough,he was about an inch taller than Michael at this point."Alright, alright. Let's just head back," Michael muttered, headingdown the sidewalk. Michael could hear Dan's footsteps behind him, thesoft clumps of his tennis shoes revealing his position. But Michaelcouldn't help but hear his footsteps change. The sounds of his soleshitting the concrete shifted from a dull tap to a sharp click, oneafter the other. Then he heard a large thud from behind him."Bah!" yelped Dan as he fell to the.