I might be a better maid and cleaning lady than Iever was a Maths teacher - or an Earl. Maybe it was to do with likingto see the sparkling cleanlines... we left behind us, but that couldn'thave been the only reason.Fleur was a little quiet over lunch at our familiar picnic table inthe park. Come to think of it, she'd been quiet - for her - allmorning. I eventually asked if anything was the matter."Not really," she began, hesitantly. "I've just been thinking aboutour conversation yesterday. This sent on for some time and suddenly Nitin stopped the car and pulled her outside.Sh is saying “N no its risky and he was like dont worry nothing will happen.Soon she stepped out in that dress and anyone could say she is without bra or panty.He began to press her boobs and pinch her nipples.He smooched her like anything and was fingering both her holes like anything.I and priya were watching this and both were horny already.(we are at safe distance and no one could see us)Nitin took out his. White! Work it...." I said. She was shaking that ass like a pro. The white t-shirt clung to her soaked body. "Ok! Now untie your sweat bottoms. Do it! Don't shake you head. Do it. Untie your bottoms. I won't pull them down Mrs. White." I said. She reached under her sides. She pushed against her flesh overhanging the sides. I nodded my head yes. She then pulled open the tiny white waist string holding up her tight sweat pants. I smiled as she put her hands back on the hood. "Now. ” Ami bollam, “maa kemon kore amar laura ta khara kore debe?” Maa bollo, “eta kono mushkeel kaj noye. Ami tor laura ta mukhe niye chushe debo aar tor laura ta dekhbee char char kore khara hoye jabe. Bujhlee boka chele amar? Chal aibare tui bichana te shueye por aar ektu khanik aram kore ne ami tor janno ekhunee Horlick niye ashchee.” Maa ei bole bichana theke uthe porlo aar nengto hoyee ranna ghore giye Horlicks banate laglo. Maa jakhon nengto hoye ranna ghore jachhillo takhon maar nengto pond.