"Do you see it now?" Yes," he said ruefully. A line of tiny buttons ran from the small of her back to just below her shoulder blades. Quickly he worke... to undo them. Soon the wings of the garment gaped wide, and he planted delicate kisses on the line of her spine, his tongue tracing loving patterns on her skin.Oh, he is skilled! She shuddered with longing under his touch. The front of the dress fell away from her chest, and her breasts were finally exposed, firm round globes with the nipples. It was ruder for a waitress, or waiter, to refuse, and it was only a problem if many patrons pressed a waitress/waiter to have too much – as I had indeed seen done countless times, usually by Vietnamese men.Thinh showed she could drink by swallowing the three-quarters of beer left in my glass, licking her lips as she put it down, asking “Would you like another one, Anh?” “Looks like I need one, em – yes, please.” I watched her walk away, model-like with hips and legs swinging with that gait. "I saw you sneaking into sister Mary's room!" Sister Pious declared."How is this getting me some robes?" I asked, "Me bare arse is freezing me balls off." There you are Martha, you warm his cock up with your warm cunt," Sister Pious suggested."Or use your mouth?" Sister Emmanuel suggested."Damn the all of you, I'll turn Protestant if you don't stop tormenting me!" Sister Martha exclaimed."That's an evil threat to be sure, an evil threat," Sister Emmanuel exclaimed, "There's nothing for it lad. I slowly look up. She has raised up into a sitting position. She carefully adjusts her skirt, pulling the hem down toward her knees. Just as I was thinking that the show is over, she puts her feet onto the coffee table and raises her knees again, balancing the book on her thighs. I can’t believe it. The skirt is pressed tight to the top of her legs, but has fallen loose underneath. I have an unhindered view of the back of her thighs. I can easily see the lower part of her buttcheeks. She has to.