When he curved his tongue up, she threw her head back and squealed. She grabbed two tufts of his hair and pulled him back. He resisted and instead plu...ged his tongue deeper into her.“Stop, I'm all covered in sweat,” she complained.He finally let her pull his head back enough that he could speak. “So am I,” he reminded her. “Want to take a bath together?” he suggested.She tilted her head in thought. While it was an appealing offer, she felt it would lessen some of the excitement. Right now she. She was in a sari and sleeveless maroon blouse. She had big eyes, round face and quite not-so- very heavy structure but she surely was full, full of mass on those right spots. I still remember that scent of her perfume which was very nice. She had a few bags in her hands as I could get that she must’ve come after having some shopping from the market. I still remember those eyes which looked at me asking for some more space as she was trying to adjust herself and her bags. I zestfully responded. Ben clearly had gotten a very nice look at my ass and possibly my pussy from the backside during my descent down the ladder. I was embarrassed and blushed, a bright crimson. Ben grinning from ear to ear, "Ellie that was the most I have ever enjoyed holding a ladder in my lifetime!" I continued to blush from head to toe. He gave me a light squeeze and told me not to worry about it, that my panty-less wearing habits were safe with him. He wouldn't tell anyone my secret. I was so grateful but also. She didn’t complain. He took his time over the other one too, making sure to attach the stocking top into the clips, slowly and carefully. His hand trembled as he brushed her thighs, smoothing each strap into place. This was her game and it was a delight to play along. As much as he liked to just get on with sex, this was erotic and exciting, something he had always dismissed. Never again would he just rush in, to get it done. Still holding the dress up, she turned around. ‘Are the seams.