After that function at sashimi’s house, we came back to our village. My mother Rani was more open now and I could see the change in the way she dres...sed and carried herself out. Earlier she never let the dupatta slip from her mounds and she always covered her head. Now, I saw, that she let it loose and let it show the humongous boobs from over her suit where she let the bra go, at night.One fine day, a man from the neighborhood, a 36 year old government employee had come to collect some stuff. As we got into the bathroom she shoved me into a stall. Groping my breasts as she slid her tongue back into my mouth, her tiny hands felt nice as she squeezed harder and harder. I slipped my hands to the back of her dress and unzipped it; I pulled it off of her revealing her lace black bra, but no panties. Easy access.She didn't stop me, so I pushed forward to unhook her bra leaving her perky breasts bare.“God Megan you are so sexy,” I whispered into her ear as I slid my hand down between her. Afterwards, she wrote down and address and time to meet with her and her husband..which happened to be her manager. A few days later, I drove out to their house. It was out in the middle of nowhere. Their house was very large, it was clean and nice looking with a pool in the back. I rang the doorbell and was met by her husband. We walked out to the pool area. His wife was out but would return shortly. He got right down to business and before long, I was signing a contract. I was going to do. As I looked over her shoulder, I inhaled deeply, she smelled delicious. Whether it was her shampoo or her perfume, I was uncertain. All I know was that I was entranced. After a few more minutes, I finally said, ‘That is beautiful. You are really quite good.’ I must have startled her, for she jumped and said ‘Excuse moi?’ ‘I’m sorry I didn’t mean to scare you, and I am sorry, but my French is very bad.’ ‘It’s okay, and thank you. ‘ Her accented English pulled me further in. I pointed to her.