" As we discussed, you need to remove your jeans and panties, so you might as well begin." As Melissa sat down in a chair in front of my desk, I walke...d to the front of my desk, leaned back against it, and watched eagerly. She untied her shoes, and removed them and her socks. More slowly, she pulled off her blue jeans. "You have excellent legs," I said. After a long pause, she quickly removed her panties."And you have a most beautiful, shaven vulva," I exclaimed with delight. "Did your boy. "I waited for her to give me some indication of what she wanted to happen next.Clara walked across the room, passing close enough for me to catch the scent of alcohol, and stood in front of the overstuffed leather chair in the corner. She stood there for a moment, put her hands on her hips, and stretched, arching her back.I watched, still frozen, as her breasts thrust forward. The hem of her skirt, already high, rose slightly on her thighs. God, I loved her legs. She was wearing a pair of heels. "Neil wiped a tear from the corner of his right eye and continued "Baba is Thammi's only issue, concived after years of prayers to The Mother Goddess. Thakurda (Bengali word for paternal grandfather) was Squadron leader in Airforce. In 1965 he went to war and never returned. The same year, Baba was born, and Thammi's world revolved around him. She was a journalist and struggled a lot to save our ancestral heritage, which was descending in utter disdain in absence of a patron. She raised Baba. A second later she was in my arms, crying, laughing, hugging and kissing me, she wore an old baggy tee shirt over a ripped denim mini skirt, her face was smudged with dirt and her long blonde hair was tousled. On her feet she wore a pair of rubber gardening boots and I thought she looked absolutely bloody gorgeous!"You shouldn't have dressed up for me mum" I laughed, she looked up at me though tears stained eyes and promptly burst out crying."I'd got it all worked out" she sobbed, "I was going.