Feelings of guilt were overwhelmed by excitement as his hands brished the insides of her legs and began to move up her thighs. His fingers stroked and...pressed the warm smooth flesh of her inner thighs. Then the back of a hand grazed her panties, as if by accident. He panties were damp already. She wanted him to rip them off an parted her legs as if to signal it. But he merely passed the hand over and back, each time pressing more firmly against the damp warm black gussett. By the time his thumb. 'Thank you. I didn't phone you for that. What I wanted to know was whether Priya thanked you on phone or in person?' she asked.'She came personally and thanked me. Why do you ask?' I said.'Did she thank you properly? I mean real properly, ' she chuckled.Now I understood what she was getting at. 'Yes, she thanked me properly, ' I laughed, 'is this why you called?''Yes and I wanted you to come over, ' she giggled, 'but you, poor dear, must be very tired. I think it would be best if you rest. Vippesi ventane nudega nilcho. Naku kopam vaste korada (whip) tho 100 times kodatha. Vippu. You stupid” arichindi. Naku bhayam vesindi. Appudu ma thammudu “vippeyyi annayya” ani vadu na pant lagesadu. Na modda muduchukuni vundi.Adi chusi andaru thega navvaru. Ma athagaru kopamga na mukku pattukuni melibetti pindestu “gadida, anduke vippanantunnavu. Intha chinnada nee modda’ ani na chempalu chela chela vayincha sagindi. Abbo, abbo ammo antu arustunna. Ma athagaru na vattlu guppetlo pettukuni. “Would you put suntan oil on me?” Annette asked.I picked up the bottle from the table, poured some into my hands, then carefully began spreading oil on Annette’s shoulders, then worked my way down, enjoying the sensation of her soft skin, flat stomach, and shapely legs, being careful not to touch her breasts or too high between her thighs.“That was very nice,” Annette sighed dreamily. “Thank you.”“You’re welcome,” I replied.As Maria Cristina and I had the previous day, we lay in the sun, though.