The way she wore the saree, you can see the navel and her waist, she tied the saree just slightly above the hips. Let me tell you guys she was wearing...a pink color saree, and a sleeveless blouse and she was combing her hair. Saw me and said you can sit no problem and enquired about my stomach pain. I was left in an imagination, is it true that I am sitting in her house literally. I said no problem,the pain reduced now I took an advantage and said you looking gorgeous and beautiful in that. "Are you really here?" I wondered."In a sense, yes. I'm here to tell you something," she told me.A few things came to mind: What is the meaning of life? We'd be together again soon, or maybe something else. First, I wanted to know something else."May I please kiss you first?" I asked."No, I'm afraid not, but you can see me with your own eyes for right now. I can only see you like this once. Now, I must tell you something," she let me know.I wanted to feel her, but I was still so happy I could. She was a great person. Definitely not a tramp, whore, slut; take your pick. I'd heard them all. It was the money! She made a ton of dough. She certainly was a beautiful girl, absolutely centerfold material, and figured that using this asset would be a great way to pay for school. She worked way out of town so our parents wouldn't find out, we both still lived at home with our parents while we went to school. After finishing college, Missy'd have her degree and move on to a new career.That all. ”“And what would be wrong with that my dear?"I teased her by kissing her deeply and touching her firmly.“What are you trying to do to me?” she giggled."Priming the pump.”I stood up in front of her.“Show me what panties you have on.”“Pervert.”She gave me a naughty look with her tongue touching her upper lip and eased her thighs apart, causing the dress to ride all the way back to her round, firm ass. Red lace greeted me as she opened her legs wider.“You really are dressed up for him.” I liked.
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