No one appeared any the wiser, as nearly everyone had their faces in their smartphones.I progressively stroked her pussy lips, feeling ever more wetne...s. I finally slipped my index finger into her moist, writhing tunnel. I pushed my finger up to the knuckle, then wiggled the tip of it inside her. I alternated between penetrating her and stimulating from within. She was pushed against me as hard as I suspect she could be. I leaned my mouth to her left ear and whispered, "Are you sure you want to. She had very fair almost pale skin, long curly red hair flowing past her shoulders. Green eyes, red lips, fat chubby cheeks, and of course she had wide hips and a big round ass. And over that ass she was wearing a long flowing floor-length skirt. It was not see-through, but it was light enough to show off every curve on her hips and cheeks. And every once in a while she would move around, and her skirt would flutter and fall deep between her ass cheeks. Her and her friend were chatting about. Me: yeah those paintings are really beautiful.Gita: I started to paint a lot morning after marriage. Hence all these paintings(indicating all the paintings hung up on her wall).Me: so how did a ravishing lady like you meet your husbandGita:(laughs quite hard, almost sarcastically) in a coffee shop, it was an arranged marriage… After dinner, I asked to see more of her artwork. She obliged and took me to the guest room and showed me more of her artwork.I must say she was a terrific artist.The. Turning toward the mirror, I look at my body with pride as I watch Damien quietly shut my bedroom door and quickly lock it. My 38C breasts look wonderful in my matching laced set.“I don’t think you understand how bad you are, Allisa. You wear your tight outfit and you just tease the shit out of me. I just want to bend you down and fuck your brains out,” Damien whispers into my ear. I lean my head back onto his chest and he caresses my breasts.“Punish me, daddy.”In seconds, Damien pushes me onto.