My close friends knew. No one thinks it’s wrong or “bad.” it’s good activity and i don’t write degrading crap. But i certainly don’t tell ...veryone i meet or know that i write erotica. My parents do not know. I did not think santhi bhabi did. “never mind how i found out,” she answered. “but if it’s true, i think it’s pretty neat. Well”? I felt a twinge of embarrassment but i couldn’t lie.“yes, it’s true, but i don’t call them ‘fuck stories”. Santhi bhabi’s face lit up. I suddenly became aware. Once we decide if we want it, you will go to the last room and hang it up. If we are going to get it, it goes on the left. If not it is on the right."She let that sink in before she continued. "Once you have tried all the skirts on, you will try the blouses and tops one at a time. Yes, during all of this, you will have some part of your body exposed to anyone who is around. Then once the blouses are all decided on, we have a couple of nice bikini's we want you to try. If you can't figure out. I pulled up a chair and directed her to lay across my lap. The second she stretched herself across my thighs the heat from her body spread directly to my penis and, judging from the look she gave me, she’d felt the growing erection. I ran my palm over her taut bum cheeks and one finger along the tell tale impression left by her slit in her pantie material. I began to spank her bottom, alternating between her left and right cheeks until she cried out. “Let’s see what impact I’ve had, shall. As he began to remove his clothes I nodded to Rat. Rat then removed a high end hand held camera from his briefcase. The councilman now stood naked beside his desk. His 58 year old body was in average condition; could use a little tan but otherwise not bad. He was about 5’-7” tall, weighed about 150 pounds. His flaccid cock was surrounded by a thick mat of reddish-brown pubic hair. This is not something he was going to enjoy at all, especially since he is a rabid homophobe. Besides that, he.