“I know that you would love to see me naked,” she said, “but I am not ready for that at the moment,” she finished with, “I honestly don’t ...hink that I will ever be ready for that, the thought of you seeing me naked really does make me cringe.” She was looking into my eyes as she continued, “plus I know that the denial side of things does excite you.” I asked her to continue. “I will, however, try to be less shy around you and let you see me in my bra and panties,” she said. “Really?” I shouted,. .mene kaha me pagal nai hu….firse unko kiss karne laga nd gal pe jab karta wahh lal lal ho jata utni white thi..me kabhi lips, kabhi checks , forhead, neck, clevege pe kis karta gaya nd ek hath unki back nd ek hath boobs ka massag kar rahe the…..wo bi mere hair me apna hath guma rahi thi…mene unki sholder ko suck kar raha tha waha lal lal ho gaya tha.fir mene unki bra khol di nd bade boobs hawa me aa gaye…unki nippals tight ho gai thi nd me ek hath se bood ko dabata gaya nd dusre ko muh me bhar. Locking the door behind them she turned and taking Diana into her arms began to kiss her once more. Still kissing she led Diana to the bed and they fell onto it together. Diana was responding to the satyr’s charm in all of it but being led by Ada as to the escalation of their foreplay. She wanted some kind of sex to go with all this kissing, not that she knew what to expect. This slow progress was wearing thin though, if things didn’t move along soon she didn’t know what she might do. Ada was. And Mrs. Bell, Colleen, Rebecca, and I were chauffeured from The Plaza to the Russian Tea Room for Thanksgiving dinner. The hotel set it all up: the limo, the private dining room, and the orchestra seating to Les Miserables.Dinner was superb. We dined on succulent turkey with all the trimmings, and everything else you could think of if you were having a traditional Thanksgiving feast. The servers were the ultimate professionals, and we all raved about the experience. Our limo was waiting when.