“Don’t just move your shoulder, Aunt Amanda, make your tits twirl in a circle while you wash the floor or I’ll tie sponges to your boobs and mak... you wash the floor that way.”I’ve done that before when I first started cleaning the motor home and I knew he liked watching Mike making me do that. “Thank you for the reminder, Master Jessie, I’m sorry!” I pleaded and I renewed my vigorous effort to use my entire body to scrub. I wasn’t afraid he’d make me wash the floor with my tits – compared to. He still had a flat, Midwestern accent, meaning Los Angeles hadn't had enough time to morph that politeness into hollow self absorption. But it was coming, all these things take time."You sit here quite a few nights, two feet away, and rarely say a word to anyone. I respect that you want to be by yourself, but since we are separated by two feet of wood every night, would you mind if I asked your name?" And not because I really wanted to, but because I was practically programmed to, I smiled. "Where are the kids?" Chuck asked. "I don't know and I don't care." was Brenda's joking answer. " I just texted Briana to STAY AWAY" she laughed "I want them to leave us alone for as long as they can. I suggested that they meet nice people, get married and move to another state." her laughter translated to the gleam in her eyes. "You know you don't mean that." Chuck admonished her. "The Hell I don't" she giggled "I am in love and I don't want to be disturbed." They both stopped laughing and. I found my other foot caressing his.With a suddenness that caused me to gasp, he placed his hand not on my thigh but on my pussy. He was talking to Vinay quite casually and normally as he started rubbing . I didn’t wear a panty and I found my legs parting and my one hand arranging pleats of saree so that only one layer of cloth was between his hand and my pussy. He clutched my pubic mound in his palm and was rubbing middle finger in the crack of pussy lips.As we reached the temple gates, he.