She was feeling wetness on her smooth buttocks and thighs, as the petticoat that she was wearing was half wet especially in the buttock area and th...t was making Zeenat more uncomfortable. Sanjeev: Okay Madam, take rest. He left and Zeenat felt so relieved and quickly closed the room door and got rid of the wet petticoat. This time she did not open her sari and just lifted it to her waist and untied the petticoat knot. It was sticking to her buttock as it was wet and she had to struggle. They were traveling between galaxies, watching them speed by as they traveled faster than light.“Yes.”“Are you the – ”“No,” The Guide interrupted Martin, already knowing what he was going to ask. “I’m not The Creator. I can’t create matter or alter reality. I can only view it; travel through it, interactive with it, explore it, just like you. Think of it as a data system.”“Where did you come from? Before here?”“I’ve always been here in this dimension. The Creator created me to help those. She looked at me concerned and said ‘damn do you think I should wear a dress?’ I told her she looked fine. Nonetheless she went to her closet and pulled out one of the dresses she only wore to church. It was this horrible black and white polka dot monstrosity. If I was a good friend I would’ve begged her to stay in khakis. I kind of wanted to see my hot friend dressed like a dork from the early nineties. We couldn’t have looked more different. She had some snide comment like ‘I wish I. I could feel my little dick coming to life. Reaching the lower side of my butt he moved his fingers to the crack of my butt. Sliding his fingers up, he spread my cheeks. I felt his breath on my butt as he leaned forward. He kissed both cheeks, then flicked his tongue over my tight hole causing me to jump. Moving his hands around me, he pulled me down on his lap. Resting his chin on my shoulder he put an arm around me. Moving his other hand he wrapped his fingers around my little dick. I watched.