"But she's just having a meal with a friend Jim, what does that prove ... Oh shit!" Grace exclaimed. I'd scrolled the pictures through to the under ta...le shots as she spoke. "Oh my, what's the silly cow been up to?" Doesn't take a genius to work that out Grace, take a gander at these." I scrolled back through the image files."Crike's where did you get these. The silly cow didn't leave them on your home computer, did she?" You know what they are?" Oh my, unfortunately I do, I'd say they are. Fir jaise hi mei enter ho woh chipak gayi mujhse. Bahut mazaa aaya jab uske bade bade chuche takraye toh.Fir hum baithe usne juice dia aur paas aakar baith gayi. Usne bola tum toh bahut smart ho meine bhi bola tum bhi bahut sexy ho. Fir usne khana order kia aur pass aake baith gyi shoulder pe sir rakh ke Fir dekhte hi dekhte maine uske hoton pe apne hoth lagaye aur kiss start hogayi.Fir mai aur woh pagalon ki tarah ek dusre chumte rahe aur maine uski top utaar di aur uske bade bade chuche red. She reappears from the bathroom and falls into my arms kissing me like mad. I undo her work blouse and admire her breasts, probably a 'b' cup and making me quite hard, I push her onto her back and slide on top of her as she rips my shirt open then she hesitates and says, 'I am sorry, there is a conversation I needed to have with you, but I can't find the words'. She pulls me on top of her and pulls my bum into her thighs and grinds herself against me, but it feels wrong somehow, maybe I am too. She had selected a mid-length black skirt, a close-fitting sheath style that emphasized her trim derriere and the astonishing length and shape of her legs. She knew men liked to imagine her legs draped over their shoulders. Above this she wore a nicely plain dark purple blouse, tucked into her skirt to highlight her narrow waist, and teamed with a black leather belt with a gold fastener chain. She did not wear stockings. Her legs were nicely tanned and on this occasion would look better naked..