Now I turned to right legs. She told me that she is feeling good plz continue. Her saree and peticot was making some hurdle to proceed. I asked her th... same.She removed her saree and peticot in one go. I was amazed to see her milky silky legs and her ass. I was losing my control now. She was wearing green cotton v shaped panties (I don’t know the type though). My dick started to rise in my underwear. Why not it such a beautiful lady with such a figure lying in front of you that half nude it’s. We furtively looked at her dad who pressed his beer against the thick, swelling mass in his shorts. Yet, we guessed he must have seen her wearing even less since, oddly, he barely gave her a third look. At least, there's no camel toe possible in a heavy knit suit! Believe me, I looked hard for one.As she turned and bent over slowly, teasingly for a towel, we stared. Safa and I lingered lewdly at the white, growing, triangular patch that fit loosely over her labia and daringly shifted across. He reached for her again and cupped her face in a gentle hand, then lightly kissed her on the forehead. She sighed and once again felt the increasing heat pulsing through her. Leaving the museum they discovered that it had started to rain heavily. Both desperate for a cigarette by this point, they stood in the rain and lit up. She started to shiver in her thin sweater and he moved behind her, curling his arm around her waist and pulling her against him. She gradually relaxed as his body heat. “I am …. I was your Akela.” “History.” I said “And if I don’t accept” ……... But she could see from my face that I would not be put off. “Very well, I see I have no choice.” “Shut the hall door,” I said “and then you will spank me as you did last time.” She did as I instructed and returned with the cane. When I said nothing she took control. “Take off all your clothes, Jim.” A few moments later I stood in just my underpants, my cock throbbing. “Take them off too,” she instructed me. All.