I saw that her saree may not be covering her midriff entirely but I couldn’t say for sure.She told me that she was wearing high heels and in her sar...e it was very difficult to bring the tea without spilling it. She looked tall in her high heels. Her saree was sticking on to her body. As she took the tea from me and turned I saw that her blouse was very low and there was a gap between blouse and petticoat showing some skin. I told her that it is very difficult to carry oneself while wearing. He was also sporting well chiseled abs, as well as massive arms. He was holding a tray with a bottle of wine on it. Michelle snapped her fingers and he leaned forward and filled her wine glass."What the fuck is going on, Michelle?" I tried to say, but my mouth was so dry, it came out as a garbled gibberish.She laughed and said, "I'm assuming you want to know what's going on, right?"I nodded."Well, that's what fucking happens to a loser like you when you don't read what you sign. Your ass is. Hold on while I sit up."He leaned away and she changed her position so that she was sitting, facing away from him. He replaced his hands on her shoulders and pressed his thumbs into the muscles there."Oh, yeah, like that..." she breathed, and started rolling her head around in circles. "You've always made me feel so good when you touched me..."'Can this be happening?' he thought. I could interpret her behavior in a couple of ways, but what if I'm wrong? His penis had started to swell a bit as. I look at you with a devilish smile and being to remove my shirt, socks, and unbutton my pants. By the time I start the unbuttoning your shirt is in the pile of clothes with my shirt and you being quickly removing clothing to catch up to me. As my final remnants of clothing hit the sands yours do as well and we both race together, naked, to the water. It is oddly warm and feels great against our bodies. We swim out a little until most of our bodies are beneath the water line. We start playing.