.." I continued, finishing at her thighs and starting towards her shoulders. "And your beautiful arms down to your perfectly painted fingernails..." a... I began my path down towards her hands. "And now your perfectly shaped breasts..." as I squeezed her breasts for the first time, running my hands over her nipples, "I know that there is not a good enough word to describe your beauty both inside and out." Our passionate moment was put on hold as my words tumbled through her head. Her deep blue. He raised the strand of rope and repeated it on her other thigh, but now he allowed his finger to follow its path. The rope trailed along her thigh and over her bum. His finger followed, coming to rest against her rosebud. Susie’s moan was louder, more of a groan than a moan, but loaded with desire. He traced a circle around her rosebud, as light as a butterfly’s kiss, then allowed his fingertip to stray towards her pussy. He followed the line of her lips and then drew his finger. I hurried up to her house and when I entered, Sowmyakka was nowhere to be seen. Sowmyakka was in the shower, I could hear her humming some nice Kannada romantic song.I sat on the sofa and started to watch the IPL match on TV. A good 20 odd minutes passed by as I heard the bathroom door open and my Sowmyakka calling, “Putta (my pet name) can you pass me my nightie?” I casually picked the garment from the bed and walked up to the bathroom door and called.She opened the door and just shoved her. Then he nodded, kinda slow-like, and went and grabbed his wallet. He handed Ms. Ferguson some money and off we went.Gladys, that’s Ms. Ferguson, said to call her by her name now that I was a woman. It felt kinda nice, being treated all grown up and all, but it still felt weird calling her by her first name. She was really old, like forty or something.We spent half an hour in the aisle that held all the woman’s products. Pads, pads with wings, panty liners, tampons, heavy, medium and light ....