My hairs stood.She was wearing pista green silk saree with dark yellow border and a matching green blouse .She had put her pleat to the front across t...e right shoulder which stood down extending to right upper thigh ,almost beside her saree enclosed tullu (cunt). The whole pleat was enclosed on the top with Jasmine flower pad (maggina jade). Her lips had light red coating and when she smeared her lips , I found she had chewed beeda with her tongue red.She was wearing sparse jewelry , with two. "Neat, but simple." He rubbed a thick thumb over the metal. "Nicelymade though. Solid." Wanna unpack that for me, Charlie?" He knew what he was asking.Charlie's taciturnity disappeared when he got onto talking about thesubject of his greatest love in life, locks but Bob needed some kind ofdistraction from his current state of femininity."These are fuckin' works of art. Look." Charlie pushed the ends of onebracelet together with a snapping sound, then pulled at each side withfingers and thumbs.. She wore an all red mini dress open at the back, plenty of make-up and had thick raven-black touching her skin and a face to die for: the same pouty cock-wanting lips as my friends girl – hmmm, so hot! As I helped her get on the bar stool the little skimpy dress did what it was designed to do beautifully and rode up to show just a sliver of light brown shaved girlie pussy. Yummy, my tongue couldn’t wait.We spend some time there smoking and talking and I got a couple of margaritas in her. She. It was his attempt at being charming. Not that she wasn’t an attractive woman, Diane was just older than he was, and not really his type. Over the eleven months he had been living there, they had enjoyed drinks on occasion. They ate at each other's house a few times. They had gone for a couple of long drives when both admitted that they were bored. They had talked, and he felt they were quite friendly. Steve was a middle-aged man. He considered himself average in almost every way. He was tall,.