But it was see through anyway. Her body was perfect. Her pussy was freshly shaven and her nipples stood erect through the light fabric. She was wearin... her hair down, something I had never seen and I could feel my cock get stiff. Her skin was perfect. She had to be Italian because it was an olive shade that just was so arousing. “Ummm……Didn’t Sarah tell you I was coming by to drop off the jersey?” I stammered. “Uh yeah! Why do you think I am wearing this?” A wicked smile came across her. Pulling free of Kal, she collapsed into the grass.Kal hurriedly knelt beside her, his strength allowing him to cradle her in his arms."Ikuno! Ikuno!?" Are you okay!" he called, her eyelids fluttered open as he gently shook her, "talk to me Ikuno, are you okay!?"Ffffuck you Kal." Huh?" I ssaid, ffffuck you," her head lolled as she tried to focus on him. "How dare youuu ask me if I'm okay. I'm not okay, I'm ffffuckin' amazing!" she said the last with a flourish that almost dumped her out of his. Had to cut short the trip due to an emergency call back here. I have just landed and should be home in about half an hour."Both Komal and Pawan looked at each other perplexed and dejected, their passions flying literally out of the window, as they scrambled to part without any delay. In next to no time, Pawan was dressed and, having picked up his bag, dashed outside and towards the elevator. Faster than she ever could, Komal was decently attired, the perfect picture of a homely and loving. Her touch was all it took to stiffen me. And then, with the skill of a nurse, she lathered my cock and balls and carefully shaved me. ‘That’s feels incredible,’ I cried, when she was finished. ‘Now, do me,’ she pleaded, handing over the razor and cream, and seating herself on the edge of the large bath, spreadeagled. Her bush was already fairly closely cropped, so my task was easy. With tender strokes, I razored her smooth. Rinsed, and still dripping with water, we raced for the other room and.