My index finger slides down one side of her labia, back up the other and rests lightly on the tiny head of her clit, poking out, hot-pink at the top o... her oozing sex. I press forward, grinding it slightly between my finger and the pubic bone inside her. With one fingertip, I cause her entire body -- every muscle -- to clench. If I rub just a little she will cum uncontrollably, and I will have lost this fight, for if she loses control, she cannot give it to me.I kneel, bringing my mouth to her. Next step was amazing and she felt a cold breeze blowing through her body once the tailor lifted he boob a bit up and inserted the measurement tape under them and asked her to turn around. But tailor was doing everything in a very professional way. Then came the turn of measuring the boobs. He asked annu whether she will do that her self or want the tailor to do that for her. Annu had no answer and before she could speak any thing the tailor removed her dupatta completely and asked her to lift. She said this is enough, it’ll be a sin to do that and was about to lock the bathroom door. But I pushed the door, and literally begged her to allow me to shave her hairs. She finally obliged.As I was getting the razor ready, she opened the bra. Her boobs stormed out. I decided to fuck the shaving and grabbed her in my hands wildly and took her out of the bathroom. I threw her on the bed, she was about get out of the bed. I pulled her by clutching her magnificent thighs and started to lick and. Was I? I hadabsolutely no basis for comparison beyond the now and the only evidencethat pointed to such a personality trait was how I'd just apologizedand hugged him for being so cold and mean.My mind kept spinning the question of who I was around and around and Iknew I'd probably drive myself crazy trying to sort that out at thisvery moment. In an effort to shift my train of thought I asked, "Havewe always had this R/V?" Hey, sometimes you came up with a solution toa problem by not thinking.