After about half an hour Kiran came out of guest room , her wet hair flowing down her shoulders and she was wearing a deep cut nighty which was up to ...er knees. She was looking really ravishing and that very moment I decided that I have to fuck this beauty. Kiran came and sat opposite me on the sofa and we started talking.Meera had gone to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for Kiran and we both were alone in drawing room. My eyes were on her massive boobs, the shape of which were clearly visible. She moaned as her pussy ground into my fingers.I lowered myself to my knees my face up against her blond hairs. I parted her pussy lips with my tongue and found her clit. Her legs began to shake as I made her climax. Falling back against the couch I lifted her legs in the air.Once her pussy was fully exposed to me I started smacking her clit with my fingers, juice on her inner thighs, running down to her ass crack. I looked at her face and into her eyes, took my fingers into my mouth. Her. "Okay, now," I told her, "I don't want you freaking out on me. Thursday is my late night -- and I generally go to Frederick's with the boys for dinner. Are you working?" No, but I'm watching Bridgette's little boy so she can," Beatrice related."Okay, then, you'll know where I am and your sister can report on my behavior," I grinned. "We both probably need a night away..."She looked away. "Probably." Clearly, she didn't relish the idea.I collected her face in my hands and locked eyes with her.. She was wearing a white blouse, a green tie, a knee-length green skirt, green stockings that went half way up her shins, polished black leather dress shoes and a green blazer, complete with an Anglican Cross and four-leaf clover. Perhaps most interest, however, was a tin can with the word 'DONATIONS' written on a piece of mascing tape hanging around her neck from a loop of string. In her right hand was a bundle of yellow flyers, suggesting that this was, in fact, a rather determined fundraising.