Between the workouts at home and at the gym and the long bike rides, I was, if I do say so myself, turning into middle-aged stud muffin. As I was tri...mming up, my wife of fifteen years was making no headway. She was always on the heavy side. With the passing of years, she kept gaining and gaining weight. Finally, I had enough and with the kids off to college I sued for divorce. About the same time I divorced, a friend of mine, MaryBeth, finalized her divorce. MaryBeth and I worked at the same. Bhawna samajh gayi ki mere dimaag mein kuch to chal rahi hai aur woh boli: Haan Akash abhi tum jakar jaldi aao.Akash turant kitchen se nikal kar apne room ko bhaga. Uske jaate hi Bhawna mujhse poochi: Kya hua? Kya chal raha hai tere dimaag mein?Main: Abhi batati hoon, tu yahi ruk.Main Bhawna ko kitchen mein chod kar apne room ko gayi aur fir Rakesh ke drawer se kuch lekar turant kitchen ko gayi. Waha Bhawna apne aur mere plate ko dho rahi thi aur mujhe dekh poochi: Kya tu bhi halki hone gayi. All schoolgirls living in Delhi know that as we move in one class high our skirt size decreases accordingly. My skirt used to be about 1-2 inches above knee when I leave my house, at school bus stand it used to become 3-4 inches above knee and in school especially during lunch it even used to go 5-6 inches. I used to wear smallest skirt in school. this gave me special attention. I was horniest in school dress with 5’4″ height, big boobs which used to bounce when I walked, nice fleshy fair legs.. Good girl, now make us something to eat, I am hungry. was all I said. Melissa went into the kitchen and after a while she came back with some nice pancakes. We ate and after that Melissa had to clean up the kitchen and of course the bedroom. Until late in the evening I once again taught her important things of being a woman, she had to train walking in high heels, sitting with short skirts and so on. At about 9pm I changed my outfit. I wore a black long gown with a plunging neckline, a black.