Indian Desi Village Aunty Stripped In Front Of Husband’s Friend

It was easy to see how the President could fall for this beautiful talented young woman. She graduated from Southern Methodist University at the top of her class with a degree in English. She had a brilliant command of facts and figures and could present an informed position on any current political event. Tonight she wore a tight-fitting strapless blue silk gown and simple pearl earrings. With her stiletto heals, she stood eye to eye with most of the men and was a head taller than the other women. At twenty-four, she was the youngest woman in the room by at least a decade and didn't need the jewels and heavy makeup the others did. She wore her hair down and just enough makeup to let her natural beauty shine through. It was late when Hope finally danced with the President. A hush came over the room and small groups whispered among themselves as the two circled the floor. "Can you forgive me?" Hope whispered quietly. "I love you. Meet me in the East Wing in an hour." Came the reply. After the fact, they didn’t even try to call me on the phone. We were done. We were for sure done. Phoenix might never see my face again. And certainly not castle Cord regardless.But there was Lana, and there was the VFW, and there was our future. And our future, if not exactly bright, at least it had purpose, something that had been sorely lacking since my return to the states after my stint in the brown dirt country.Lana and I had a lot in common, and we needed each other. Apart from our more or less satisfying love life, there was the confluence of prime attributes: she had legs, and I could see. I had a truck that I could drive us places in. And she had the movie start looks, well in my opinion, and I had the good luck to be her consort.We often got looks from the locals. The gawking was a problem, but more so for me than for her, since she couldn’t see them, and I could. I was so damn ugly that I’m sure the gawkers were also jokers. Well, I had to allow that a woman that looked.
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