"Yes..." she replied, shyly giggling, both hands on her lap while I had my arm around her."Do you feel any discomfort?" I questioned her. It just came...out, the openness I always had with her mixed with this newly created intimacy. This kind of questioning was still very awkward to her, making her blush and look down at her hands. She didn't like me asking that. It was all over her face. However, it was beautiful to watch her struggling with shame, more beautiful yet hearing her answering to me. ”So you want see them” she asked.”Yes of course” he shot back.”But I did not say that I would be revealing them” she said.”I know but I hoped you do so” he replied knowing very well that the show was coming to an end.”You always hope for the best,” saying this she pulled out her tucked sari and let it drop down thinking that the show had come to an end. That was the grave mistake which Nanda committed. As soon as the sari fell, unknowingly she had let Adithya see the wet patch on her petticoat.. Her musky woman-in-heat scent filled the van and my nostrils. Pushing her onto her back, I pulled her left knee toward me, trapping the leg between mine. She moved her right leg the other way as my fingers found her womanhood. Damn, she was soaking. I quickly sank two fingers into her as my mouth clamped onto her left nipple. Her left hand found my cock and began squeezing and pumping it. “Oh, God, Steve, I need you in me.” Pulling my fingers from her well I rolled over between her legs. . She was standing fully naked in front me. She was looking like model that time. I told her that I am going to fuck her.She was far from saying no but didn’t replied which I considered as yes. She was still playing with my tool and giving me mild handjobs. I told her to sit on western comod. It was not clean but we are in no mood to give importance to cleanliness that time. I spread her legs and inserted my finger in her pink pussy. It was not shaved but black hairs in a white body, oh, quite.