She pulled on the bra that totally covered her breast and dangled loose at her back. Next was the skirt, it had an elasticated waist but still hung do...n and heavy on her hips. Last was the top, a blouse of ivory silk that flared out like a tent on her. She sighed in exasperation and tucked the excess folds into the skirt.She walked through the house calling as she went. "Groves! Groves where are you?" Here dear" he called mildly from the front room."What are you doing in there?" she cried. Last year we ran in to each other and no longer are related by marriage anymore but parts of the family still consider her family cause she has a sister that is my cousin by blood before the divorce. We ran into each other and we were both married. But both were unhappy. So we started talking and thought it would be fun to hang out some time. I could tell she still had a crush on me. So after talking for a while we found time to hang out and watch a movie one night. As we were sitting there. It’s like now or never. I quickly sprang into her lap sitting on top of her and arresting her waist between by thighs. She begged, “please Kumar, please let me go” and was struggling to keep herself up with the support of her toned hands behind her huge ass. By now I realized how laughing was her weakness and started tickling her all over to make her weaker. She was like dying out of laughter and finally gave up requesting me to stop tickling and pour the fruit cream wherever I want on her. We did poses in all positions, all types of light, and made her feel very sexy. The skirt came off, and she was wearing mesh stockings and some skimpy underwear. We finished all of the poses, and both of them left the room to do an outfit change. This happened a few more times, each outfit was a different color and pattern. We changed the poses to get a good variety of pictures. I was focused on my camera, but I could swear that I saw some suspicious movements out of the corner of my eye. When.