My petticoat was more or less dry now and I was thinking of wearing it when there was a knock on the door. I had to say something to the person knocki...g as I needed to put on the petticoat. Me: Please wait, I am opening in a minute. I swiftly wore the petticoat and flowed the sari over it and opened the door. There was Nirmal standing on the door. Nirmal: Madam, Sanjeev said to take you to diksha room. Guru-ji is waiting there. He was a short statured guy, only probably 5 feet and his eyes were. She loved strawberries. Ripe, plump, juicy strawberries. She was chopping strawberries on a cutting board in the kitchen of her parents’ house by the lake. Sticky red strawberry juice ran over her fingers and spread across the cutting board. She rubbed it on her neck and let the juice run down between her breasts. It was cool and it tickled her like mice. She tasted it. It tasted like maple syrup and brandy. She opened her eyes and looked out the window at the lake in front of her. The clouds. No need to protect me or my modesty, Miss Clarke. So, here, let mehelp you." But, Ma'am, it's not you that I'm..." Shhh..." she said, pulling off my shirt and reaching my pants. "I toldyou, no need to worry about me, although you are such a dear to beconcerned."Despite my best efforts, she soon had me stripped down to my panties."Now, here, let's put this on..." No, please..."The nightgown floated over me, the gentle fabric caressing and slidingdown my body as it went, causing tingles. 45 and we were still playing mischievously with each other. I decided to avoid her for some time and that drove her wilder. She started doing things that revealed more of her body to me, but I looked the other way pretending to do something else. Soon she got out of limits and was feeling low. So I thought to pull off with my teasing and stimulate her now and when she was standing at the gallery outside in the cool breeze of the July atmosphere.I went behind her and wrapped her in my arms.