I was very much patient for this. She was calling her kid, but kid was not hungry and busy playing.Sangita: Saab, aap aaiye na idhar thodi der.She was...sitting on floor. She was in Saree with blouse, bra, and pallu On. Then I went near her and sat on floor.Me: Mujhe lagta hai aaj ye nahi aane wala hai.Sangita: Kaise bol rahe hai?Me: Wo naya khilona khel raha hai, aur masti mein hai.Sangita: Aap aaiye, sar rakhiye, aur let jaiye.Sangita: Sonu, dekho uncle le lenge agar tum nahi aaye to.Now I was. All the girls were sitting on the floor in a sort of semi-circle and the only light was coming from a few flickering candles on the floor. The girls were talking in low whispers. Mrs. Pringle could be very strict with them if they stayed up after "lights out".Oddly enough none of the girls spoke to Charisse about her week in New York, and she was surprised at the change in their attitude. They seemed so much friendlier and were apparently accepting her as "one of the gang". Charisse put it down. ’ Two slim, lithe young bodies entwined, sinuously, thrusting, grasping at each other, obviously close to climax. in a vivid but almost surreal silence. Click. The spell was broken as Maria pressed the off button and turned to her friend. Susan was almost frantic ‘I’m so embarrassed. We shouldn’t have intruded, and that’s not Wayne. It’s Harry, Harry Salt, but he’s not her boyfriend. Oh, what shall I say to her.’ ‘Come on, said Maria ‘it couldn’t be helped, we didn’t intend to look. Here, have. "What now?" she asked. "Naked", I said. "WHAT?" she asked. "I was naked while you did me, now I want to see you naked," I told her. "Well...", she said. She untied the sash of her robe, and slowly slid it off her shoulders, holding it around her so I couldn't see anything. "Come on, Cissy", I said. She slowly opened her robe, revealing the finest young girl's body I'd seen. "God, Cissy", I told her, "You're gorgeous". "Yeah, right", she said. "No titties, no pussy hair, no nothing." I took her.