I got some courage and slowly moved my hand towards her breasts. When fingers touched her breasts I got one of the softest feeling of this world. I st...rted to feel her breasts with my fingers. She was not responding then I put my hand in her kurta because she wore kurta and salwar.Slowly – slowly I moved my hand upper side when I touched her bra which was made by cotton cloth was very tight n hold her breasts tightly. I touched the cleavage of her mounds that was my first touch with her bare. On opening, I found a 60-something year old guy, smartly dressed in black trousers, shirt and tie, soaked to the skin. "Sorry to bother you but..." Turned out he was from the JW's. Usually I wouldn't give them the time of day but he was so wet and sad-looking I invited him in to dry off a little before visiting the next flat.I apologised that I was only in my undies but he said he didn't mind in the least and am sure I saw him flick the front of his trousers where his cock was lying. Anyway, I. Not to be outdone, I started singing 'The First Noel' almost immediatelyand without accompaniment from the band. The lights that had been shiningdown on Mark and the Chorus boys faded out to be replaced with lightsilluminating me. I also had Sophie, Jane, and Holly backing me, and theywere much better than the Chorus boys.But if our a cappella rendition of the carol wasn't enough to wow thecrowd, what came next was.As I finished singing 'The First Noel', the girls and I moved from the sideof. Her smooth saree was sliding on those thighs giving their outline and shape. She had a big clean shining stomach protruding out from her saree. Her big boobs were resting on the stomach hidden beneath the pallu of her saree. She was shifting her bag from one arm to other and in the process her pallu would allow her well shaped boobs to peep out. The blouse was deep neck and her boobs partly visible from it. It looked as if she was from a small township between various villages on the way. She.