I heard several of them ask her when she was turning eighteen. She just smiled and told them soon enough. She wasn’t buying into their stupid come-o...s. Telling them when she turned legal was like declaring open season on young pussy. Not letting them know her birthday was very smart of her. It kept the guys at a safe distance. She had nice tits. Big and well shaped. Alot of women with big tits have just that, big tits. Size isn’t everything. A pair of big sloppy saggy tits doesn’t do anything. "We had a couple more glasses and then left for her place. After driving behind her car for about half an hour we ended up at a house in an unfamiliar neighborhood by the lake, with a long arching driveway. The place was old but remodeled, with a great yard, such a fitting home for a conservative, the relative unfriendliness begetting some measure of isolation coupling the old with the new. Once inside we fed the dog, felt each other's body and fell on the bed kissing. It was a damn good night.. She didn’t speak, except when they trotted her out for more commercials at the spa’s private television studio. She knelt on hands and knees, head upraised, back arched, breasts jutting coquettishly for easy handling, quite naked except for her high-heeled strap-pumps, upon the upraised pedestal at the far side of Max’s office, her exquisitely maintained body on display. The platform slowly revolved, one turn every five minutes, so that anybody who watched could see every curve and contour of. I took her right hand and I rubbed it very slowly, many times. My dick was getting aroused. I kept her hand on the bulging. She pressed it slowly. My penis was growing tremendously.She continued her pressing tenderly. She. with her left hand removed her sari from her breasts. I could see her cleavage.I extended my hands and squeezed her tits. As I continued this, I saw her facial expressions change. She moaned softly. When her mouth was opened the sweet smell of ‘pan masala’ spread in the air.