Eva’s ass was eating up those poor little jean shorts, half of her ass was hanging from the bottom of her shorts. Her perfectly shapes ass cheeks ha...e way to a pair of long curvy legs, that seemed to go on forever.” I think they are the perfect fit, you look amazing” I answered,” sorry, you look nice, didn’t mean to disrespect you, sorry”. Eva looked at me and said,” don’t apologize, it has been a long time since I have received a complement, especially about my clothes. My husband doesn’t like. It eased me a little and I took the freedom to ask her a cup of tea. She got up from the sofa, went past me. Her bumpy ass was appealing. I pulled out my u/g and spred my lungi to show Jaya my cock. I positioned my self and sat on the sofa, taking the news paper to hide my face, pretending, as if everything is natural. Jaya brought the tea and bent to keep the cups on the tea table, I was watching her from behind the news paper.As expected by me, her eyes were glued to the cock. Her saree. Soon, refreshed and revitalized we steamed for a city. I'd never been to Uruguay's capital--Montevideo. We talked it over after examining a tourist's guide and decided to give it a go. It would be a trip of some 3,500 miles around the south tip of South America and bypassing all of Argentina. It would take some eleven days if we didn't get pounded by the weather. If we stayed in the coastal waters the seas wouldn't be as bad as they could be if we were out in the real open water. The trouble. The bus was totally dark & seeing no protest or reaction from me, Senthil then slowly & very deliberately, with more pressure, begin to gently squeeze my thighs. After a few minutes, he moved somewhat & removed his hand. I then felt his hand slowly trying to lift up my shawl from the side of my waist, all this with the full confidence that I was fast asleep. I was stunned by his boldness, but was still nervous & did not protest. I felt his hand slowly & nervously move under my shawl & touch my.