And we became good and close friends. She used to wear nighty at home and sari for work. Once while watching TV she lay on my lap and watched and I to...k some courage and caress her cheek and hairs. She smiled for that and didn’t oppose me. Then I caress her arms and after sometime, she slept. I silently opened her nighty buttons one by one and I opened all the three buttons in five minutes and widened the nighty neck. I am surprised to see her in black bra with a lot of cleavage. But I am. The walls had a tasteful display of old leather whips, things like that and chains hung about, not what I would have chosen preferring pictures or paintings of family members, but to everyone has their own taste. Stumbling for words I asked if she was Shirley, to which she answered with a snap in her voice that “she was and who told you!” By now I was a little shocked that my mother would teach French in her night clothes and that after all these years that I was face to face with this. We swayed back and forth as if just slow dancing to the music. I closed my eyes, the music forgotten, senses concentrated on your fingertips as you slowly stroked across my outer lips, circling my pussy, teasing me. You could feel me squirm as you dipped one finger into my centre, finding the heat and wetness. My hips were moving almost involuntarily as I tried to be discreet. You kept moving your finger in slow circles stroking my clit round and round increasing and decreasing the pressure. " She extended a hand."Pleased to meet you Maryanne," he said, grasping her palm firmly, "And I'm Drew." They crossed to the far corner and sat down at the small cubicle facing one another."So Maryanne," he continued, "You were asking if I live in Milwaukee?" she nodded."Actually, no I don't. I live at home still - in Appleton. It's a nice little place about thirty miles south west of Green Bay." I know Green Bay," she replied. "Our family had a holiday home up there when I was a child. Such a.