You do not protest. You are wearing a dress that falls just above your knees. It has ridden up a little as you sat down. I feel the smoothness of your...silk encased legs. My hand moves higher.Suddenly, I feel soft skin. You are wearing stockings, not pantyhose. How did you know? It just drives me wild. I caress your leg and move higher as we continue to talk about everything and nothing at all. I reach the hem of your boy shorts as the waiter comes to take our order. You assume I will stop since. .unke muh se yeh chodna aur aisi gali sunkar mai daang reh gayi..wo admi itna gusse mai tha ki use yeh bhi khyal nahi raha ki wo ek aurat ke samne gali bol raha hai..mai daar gayi thi..mai khub girgidayi..mai ne khub binti ki ki chhod do ab jo huwa wo huwa..mai ne kaha mai apna pura ghar sab tumhe dedungi bhagvan ke liye chhor de mere pati ko aur bacche ko…lekin wo nahi maana…yeh sab bhagam bhag mai mera saree ka pallu niche gir gaya aur mere staan ki rekha yahi mere boobs ki darar dikhne lagi. She glanced around the restaurant again. The lights were low, the atmosphere hushed. Waiters moved across the deep carpet as quietly as cats. And Francois, her date for the evening, with his lean, handsome face, his classic features, the touch of gray at his temples that made him look even more distinguished than his accent could attest to. He'd sat opposite of her, choosing the perfect wine to go with the perfect meal he would select. Yes, Chris thought, there was no reason for her being so. It should have been horrifying, the smart, sassy girl he'd fallen in love with, seemingly struggling with reading basic English, but John couldn't stop thinking about how good her lips looked, how thick and full they were, how perfectly-constructed they seemed to be for sucking cock...After Molly was done telling the waiter about the meal she wanted - emphasizing the "cream" in "creamy mushroom sauce" - John hurriedly ordered as well, not even registering what he'd asked for.John stared, agog,.