Instead of the usual crop top and tight shorts, she was wearing a long shirt. At least what was supposed to be a long shirt. I could only assume it ...was one from she was younger as it only came down mid-thigh, allowing me to stroke her soft thighs as we sat there, enjoying each others company. If any one would've see us, they would have assumed we were a couple.“Mmmm your hand feels good.” she said as she put one of her hands over mine and started pushing it up more and more as she softly. Feedbacks are welcomed at Thank you all for huge response over my first story. Some advised me and talking care on me, even one woman asked me to have sex with his husband. Someone blamed me that I have poor English and grammar (what the hell). I replied to everyone who mailed me.He enters into back seat and I asked his name. He replied his name is Ragu, and studying 3 year engineering in college near that street. I asked about his home and he tells the place near Tanjore, I too born near that. “See you as soon as Sandra goes over in detail what happened inside and outside the museum.” Ted said allowing Sandra followed by one of the extra tall muscular taxi driver before entering the office and closing the door.“Make yourself comfortable Greg, Hank.” Jeff said. I took one of the brochures Jeff handed me and leaned back just as I heard Sandra's muffled voice saying. “Oh yes that's much more less confining. That T-shirt was so tight I could hardly breathe not to mention the tight. ?Would you like some cocoa?? She asked, removing her tan work boots.?No thank you, Ma’am,? I replied.?All right,? she said, ?Be a dear and hand me my slippers, would you??She pointed next to me, and I picked her house slippers up from the floor. I held them out to her, and she sat back in her chair.?Why don’t you put them on for me?? She asked, lifting her feet from the floor.With a tight throat, I nodded and knelt on the floor. Gently I placed the slippers on Ms. Beck’s feet.?Thank you,? she.