Below is the talks that we had on phoneMe: What are you going to wear for function.She: A black transparent saree.Me: Aur…….She: Aur kya ?Me: Mtla... aur kya kya pehnogi ?She: Ummm aur matching blouse…Me: OK…..Aur ?At this she understood that i am getting a bit naughty & probably she also want the same so she replied.She: Aur matching petticot under saree. Aur kuch ?…….naughty boyMe: Hmmmm……..aur kya kya hai btao naa thik se ?To this she must have blushed a bit as she took few seconds to. About halfway across the distance to the fountain, Scott appeared over the edge of it and started to throw a barrage of snowballs at her, hitting her with a couple of them. Caught by surprise, Rachel slipped and sat heavily on the cold ground, laughing uncontrollably. Her chest ached as she pulled the cold air into her lungs and she coughed. Scott saw that she had dropped her snowballs and walked slowly towards her, as if wary of a surprise attack. Reaching Rachel’s side Scott crouched next to. .. I also knew how difficult it would be for a boy - he was suddenly a boy again - to admit to a woman that he had dreams about her - erotic dreams, based on how his hand had felt. Again, there was very little evidence, but it had been a caress, not just his hand accidentally resting on my side. I decided to go the middle road.“Well, it was interesting,” I said. “I’m sure it was you. I’m not surprised you don’t remember. I read somewhere that we don’t remember most of what we dream about.. The black guy then lifted my summer dress up to my waist and pulled the tiny thong down to my ankles. I then just stepped out from it and kicked the tiny cloth across the floor.He grabbed my buttocks firmly with his hand and squeezed tightly. "Nice ass you have here, little cheating slut…give me many ideas”He whispered very softly into my ear, as he spanked me hard."Oh, yes. Do whatever you want with my nice, married white ass”. I just hissed, as I began to feel wet between my thighs.He then.