He even had the guts to stroke his cock over his shorts when his mom and sis were working in the hall, looking at them. They used to sometimes change ...heir outer clothes …saaris or kameez in front of him…showing him their bra clad chests…..partially covered with their saari or some other clothe.Just looking at them partially was not making him happy. He wanted to see them naked. Not even a shred of cloth on their body. One day, his mother had gone out to the market to buy threads and needles. He started working in the assembly department just after graduating high school. A very good looking kid, slightly long black hair, delicate features, thin, about 5'8'' tall, definitely a pretty boy, just how I like them. We would talk in the cafeteria during lunch and breaks. I remember that one of the first things I asked him was his age, he only looked fifteen since he had almost no facial hair, and a boyish physic. Needless to say, I was surprised when he told me he was two weeks away from. Then they had made love properly, as he unbuttoned her dress and lowered it off her shoulders, kissing her down her neck and on to her breasts. Taking each small breast in turn into his mouth, while his hand played with the other.Marcy gasped in pleasure as John's lips and fingers sent shockwaves through her body. She arched her back as though to push more of her breast into his mouth. Meanwhile his other hand began pushing the simple dress lower, exposing first her smooth, flat belly, then the. “I lack imagination?” I chuckled with a huge grin when I looked at Michael.“You passed the final test, John,” Jerry chuckled.“Bet you there’s another one along the line,” I laughed.“There are always tests, John. But no more to be had here,” Jerry replied. “You’ll be restored to Earth and you can take Oonagh with you. I’m pretty sure Verenestra will want a word with her over what she did to Arwen.”“Yes, I rather suspect she will. I’m going to presume Oonagh’s neutralised,” I agreed.“Same.