Even in her wildest dreams Amulya had never imagined herself standing in the Bangalore museum in sheer top with no bra exhibiting her boobs, nipples &...in a skirt so small with no panty that barely covered her ass when she pulled it down its full length. As she was lost in thoughts she finds herself in my arms for I am necking her when I push up her tops & start sucking her juicy, yummy tits. A sigh escapes from her as she pushes more of her tit into my mouth for she starts to enjoy the way in. I then worked the inside of her legs at a snails pace. As I was moving up I gentle pulled her legs apart and brushed off her pussy- she was dripping with wetness. I ran my fingers along her pussy lips and touched her clit. She was radiating heat and I knew I had her where I wanted. I spread her legs a little wider and she was all too happy to spread the gap. Not being able to keep up the tease any longer I buried my face in her ass and began to lick her pussy. She turned around straight away. Fir mujhe dekh kar smile karne lagi aur sharm se niche dekhne lagi. Maine Shobha ko fir message kiya, “Kyun meri pari kyun itna sharma rahi hai?”Shobha: Jiju ap bhi na. Jaise apko kuch pata hi na ho.Me: Sach mein mujhe nahi pata.Shobha: Woh jab apne mujhe itne qareeb kiya tha to. My pussy was wet.Main samajh gaya ke uss samay uss ki chut kafi wet ho gayi thi. Par maine anjan banne ka natak kiya.Me: Khul ke batao na kya hua kya wet ho gaya tha.Shobha: Meri jism par aj tak kisi male ka sparsh. The buildings pretty but functional in their white and pastel painted clapboards. The local eateries were famed for their fresh fish. Here winters were bitterly cold and the summers long and gloriously hot. I had booked an island retreat, a small beach house on its own little island about two miles offshore. There were six such island retreats owned and managed by the local ferry company. No phone or Wi-Fi, the only means of communication a flagpole. Flying the green flag meant that all was.