While sipping the tea I asked her how they liked the naked book taken from my wife. Nisha simply smiled and told that Nanda has no interest in those m...tters.He is only interested in more income from private practice. With a naughty smile I enquired about her feelings when she saw my dick entering the pussy of my wife. Nisha was socked with my direct question. She kept herself mum for sometime and bent her head. To minimize the matter I told that being a grown up person why she is avoiding those. “She’s on the lower deck,” I said. It was an unintended effect of the upper deck’s positioning that almost no one on the ground could see me when I was up here. It wasn’t built for looking down, after all. “Can I watch from up here with you?” “What?” “The fireworks,” she clarified. “I want to watch them with you.” I gave her a slow, appraising look, taking longer than I d meant to, longer than I should have, taking in her delectable little body in her string bikini. Being up here alone was. "Just look." She circled me arranging and rearranging the dress as she went, doing this several times. I tried to remain frozen but reached out to touch exposed flesh. It really didn't matter where, just to touch naked flesh. She stopped my hand with hers, holding it in the air while she moved between me and my workbench. She leaned back, putting her cute little butt on the edge of the workbench. She hiked her ass up, slid back opening the dress as she arched her back until it fell open to. ” I spread my legs open a little more and his hand fell into the gap, fingers lying against my panty covered pussy. “How’s that?” I asked. “Mmm!“ Chills cascaded up my body with each spurt of pussy juice. My mind was totally gone, and I was loving it. I wanted more. I waited in vain for him to start exploring. Maybe he was afraid so I leaned back on his heaving chest and pressed my pussy forward against his fingertips. His warm breath puffed against my neck and his cock thrummed against my ass..