“Jeans and panties down. I want to see if your pussy’s wet.” “Don’t be silly. I’m not pulling my panties down.”She smiled. “Listen, De...i, I know I’m coming on kinda heavy with you, but I’m trying to be helpful, honest. That requires you to accept what your needs are, and denial isn’t going to help. So, pull the panties down or go home and we’ll pretend this conversation never took place.” I stared at her. She didn’t seem threatening and she was a woman, after all. It surely couldn’t be any. Oops I said trying to desperately cover up and my wife too was doing that. We barely had our private parts covered when the door slightly opened and the maid we saw with Manoj peeped in and said, saab , kachra Lena hai. She just smirked at our obvious condition and went out again. Now my shameless wife, got up, just covered her boobs with one hand, and put on my shorts, and handed the garbage to the lady outside. She had the smirk still on her face and my wife came at me again without locking. It was the first time I had seen her smooth face since she generally went about heavily veiled. She had a slim nose and a full-lipped mouth. Her eyes were very direct and dark, gray-blue."Have you been listening? For shame," I said, admiring all the pale chest rising above her low-cut bodice after she disentangled her gray fischu and tossed it aside, inviting my eyes to enjoy themselves. Her melon-sized bubbies rose and fell in steady rhythm as we flirted. A large piece of well-cut black onyx. The black pants were stylishly cut, the stocking clad feet did not hide the bright red toenails and the hands resting in the lap had long sensual fingers with a freshly done French manicure. The absence of a ring on the appropriate finger made him smile. “He must be about 35,” Gail was thinking while trying to see more of the passenger next to her. He definitely has a professorial air around him but there is something else that unconsciously intrigued her she admitted. His hands kept.