After an hour Tree came down in her Red Plunge Dress and stockings. She looked fantastic; and smelt even better with Rock & Rose perfume on this was o...e of my favourite outfits. She also had her heels on and the chrome choker, which rally finished the outfit off nicely.Whose birthday is this I thought.I was still halfway through cooking the meal; it was going great as it was something I’d done before.I poured Tree a glass of white wine and ordered her out the kitchen.I’d lit scented candles in. "It's not that I'm not excited," she said, gasping for breath, "It's just that someone needs to keep her head while we take care of this situation, look at me." She reached over and flipped on the light. It took me a second to get used to the brightness. As soon as my eyes adjusted and I was able to quit blinking, I looked at her. She was flushed and still breathing hard, her black hair was dishevelled and her nipples were outlined clearly against the fabric of the tight T-shirt she was. I use that moment, to sharply take one of your legs, and turn you over, exposing your behind to me as you let out a surprised whimper. Your reflex forces you to try and sit up, but my left hand is pressed firmly on your lower back, pinning you down while my other hand starts pulling away at your loose trousers. Revealing your soft cheeksand lace underwear that remained the only barrier between me and the wetness forming on your slit. I don’t bother to remove your trousers fully, choosing to. I felt really shy and covered my belly with my pallu. He was embarrassed of being caught and left the place. The other day I saw him taking bath wearing only a towel and I was so turned on to see the water flowing through his chest and well build body. I noticed that he too used to peep me when I used to come out after my bath rapping a wet saree. Days passed and it had already made us to want each other so badly. It was the night when my husband was allowed to sleep with me. I was so nervous..