Then I moved my hand to he pussy, she resist for long but my hand reached there and now she spread her legs to give way to my hand and I put my hand o... her pussy. It was really too little. I was now rubbing her pussy by my one hand and my other hand was on her boob. She said me this is not right before marriage, don’t do like this. I continuously am kissing her. I put my hand under her bra she was shivering with fear and shyness. I squeezed her boobs. Then I asked her to remove her underwear. .. the occasional finger stroke would slide up and down your slit to both collect any dripping juices while providing some form of temporary relief… at this stage I would generally feel compelled to take it up a notch or two… my primary desire was always to taste and slowly devour your cunt… as I laid you on a table and spread you wide open… I would move closer on your clearly eager cunt… by now she would have morphed her looks from the polite well behaved perfectly shaped pussy that I saw at. Richa bhabhi was a modern woman around 34 years of age. She used to teach at a school in the vicinity. Prakash bhaiya used to often travel for work purposes out of the station. Everything was going fine and as usual, I never had any bad intentions for Richa bhabhi though she was a beautiful and a busty woman. I respected her and could never think of her in a bad way.One day Prakash bhaiya called me to their place. He told me that we need to go to marriage so can I be with Vedansh for some time. After the sun had set, my stomachstarted growling. I wasn?t sure how much time had passed, but I knew that itwas right after noon when I was brought to kneel. A little while later, anolder lady, whom I assume was a pretty important servant in the house, broughtme a bowl of thinned soup. I was very grateful even though it was not veryfilling. About half an hour after she left, a crew of men came to light redlanterns in the main room and along the roofs of the three sides of thecourtyard. After.