Yes, I know there was a reason I wrote the odes to older ladies, a reason I keep seeing my PATERNAL grandmother, never maternal in my dreams!
She smiles, always benevolent.
Thinking about it, thats Bhagwati Ma’am to a T.
“Dadi bani ghumti hai”, my SO says.
She thinks she knows it all!
And more on maids tattling …
And she does, and she’s wise is this lady.
One of the endearing memories of my childhood was my PATERNAL grandmother, and her relaxed in bed – feet splayed apart so dominantly!
She was one of the most dominating women ever.
She ALWAYS helped me – as my own parents never did.
And those feet, I’ve often wanted to press them!
That doesnt mean my maternal granny was any less “alluring” from that angle.
This explains it all –
The sun shining in through the curtains, and me pressing the old lady’s feet -thats all I could see, her big, bare (BIG!) – broad (BROAD!) feet – the soles, actually!
The rest was covered by a white dress.
The sun’s rays would shine in through the old window, bathing the room in those early morning rays, the crows and all “cawing”outside – and I’d press Granny’s feet repeatedly as she relaxed, the old lady on the bed, me on the dusty floor.
Now, this never actually happened – for once, it’s more fiction than reality – but the Granny part – not fiction!
And I still remember her feet, she used to be sick a lot, so cranky and ill tempered most of the time …
(Unlike a certain Saloni Ma’am I once Wrote about, I dont know why she came to mind too!)
But anyway, last night …
I was pressing Ma’am’s (Granny’s) shoulders!
She was TIRED!
Her soles, as she lay there, feet CROSSED.
Thats all I could SEE!
And I was pressing them.
I kissed up the calf, the old lady’s leg , she moaned in pleasure…
Maybe these thoughts (of doing this to another lady) before lopping off to bed generated the dream it did.
But anyway, she told me to “get her milk for the morning too!”
I remember going to one store, “cow milk” was out. I went to the other, I believe I found it!
I believe a girl got to it in the first store before me! Hehe.
Anyway, I wrote more about this here …
But that house, that old house, the servants, all those stories – so TRUE!
Mike Watson growing up – truly what you would never imagine.
And a lot of those recollections, straight from the heart, and hard hitting – and straight out of REALITY LAND – yet so intense you’d be forgiven for thinking it was fantasy – right here in the spellbinding 16 Indian Femdom Recollections manual – which you must grab.
Back to older ladies, the last time I worshipped an old lady like that, it was Aa Ling’s mom!
And that tale is recanted here.
Alright – enough for now.
And as Bhagwati Ma’am cleans, I gotta put this product up NOW.
Back soon!
Best, and in divine timing will be all –
Mike Watson
