I went to her house in the afternoon as per the plan in the absence of her husband and she opened the door and went back to her bedroom. She smiled at...me and we started chatting. The black saree with low cut blouse and the bosoms were so attractive that my precum started oozing.Within a short period of time, we lip locked in such a way so that there was no tomorrow and we were exchanging saliva, tongues were rolling like a machine for about 15 minutes and closed eyes, breathing fast, heart beat. I looked her in the eye, through my glasses and hers and I asked her in a hushed tone if she was very ‘Literate.’ She smiled a funny smile and wrinkled her nose a bit and asked what I meant by that. I didn’t want to just ASK if she was the one who had shared herself with all her friends on Lit, but I had to know and didn’t want to wreck the moment if I was wrong, so I asked her if she preferred the beach in Ponte Vedra and St. Augustine and if she had ever enjoyed the voting booth display at. Suman sakpaka si gayi, lekin Vicky ke chehre pe muskurahat dekh kar thodi sharma gayi aur apne boobs ko dhakne lagi. Usko Vicky ne rok diya, aur dono hath se boobs daba ke chooste hue Suman ke mana karne ke bawjood jabran uska blouse kheench diya. Button toot gaye, aur dono boobs baahar aa gaye.Suman ghabra ke chhodhe ke liye bolne lagi. Vicky ne apna hath seedhe saree ke andar ghusaya to Suman ne khud ko chhudhaya. Vicky ne dobara pakda aur saree kholne ki koshish ki. Suman darri hui thi, aur. This was no time for a run. Pulling them up, she donned her strappy black high heels and walked to the mirror. She stroked her legs, smoothing the fine nylon over her. She loved the coolness against her firm tight ass, the fine seam touching her between her legs. She examined herself critically as she spun around. She had thought about panties and stockings and a garter belt but liked the caress of the pantyhoseShe slipped into a black sleeveless top and luxuriated in the feel of the material.