She stood in front of me while sliding out of her shorty nightgown, showing me her body. Her breasts were large and firm, very similar to mine except ...her aureolas were smaller and her nipples more tinged with pink than brown. Sliding her arms into the shirt, she pulled it over her head and on, shaking her hair free in back. It was quite long on her and baggy, reaching about a third of the way to her knees. Betsy looked down at herself."Oh. It's really long. I don't think I need these anymore.". . I didnt pick the call.. In the evening she was waiting fr me in the varanda.. Little conversation about why I didnt pick call ,etc..She asked to come inside.. And Anitha: nenu emi cheppaledhani..Feel ayyinatunnaru..But mirem alochistunnaro nakaithe cheppaledhu ( you are feeling bcoz I didnt tell you but what are you thinking that your not telling clearily.. I dont understand)Me: ok,, mirante naku istam..Endhuko teliyadhu..Naku teliyakundane aipoindi..But adhi miku cheppi miru ela tisukuntaro. Needless to say, the "older" building had been "updated" multiple times over the years, causing a labyrinth-like distribution of room numbers and hallways. I would have asked anyone there for directions; however, it appeared that nobody else was in the building.Finally by chance I happened to overhear Dr. Ellis on the phone and followed the sound of her voice to a tucked-away corner of the building. Glancing in my direction as I stood in her doorway, she motioned for me to enter as she. She wore a little black dress with lace edging around the bust which was open enough to show a good bit of her cleavage. Her dress wasn't too short but it did show she had a lovely pair of legs beneath it. She wore black strappy CFM heels with silver rhinestone accents. I also noticed her left hand was free of "distractions" - she wore no wedding ring. As I watched her casually sipping at her drink, I was fascinated by how she took the straw into her mouth. Using her wet pink tongue to feel.