I had to stretch my legs so I could make some room for my growing cock. I admit. I was turned on. But I didn't want to ruin the view so I kept my sile...ce.After a few minutes of kissing they grabbed their luggage and put it under the beds. It appeared they would be sleeping on the lower ones. Now I could see the length of their hair. It came almost to their buts. When they bend down I had a perfect view on their backs. The black hair covering them until it slowly started to slide to the sides.. Joan of Arc? A girl who died because they believed she was a witch and not working under the auspices of God. Nathaniel Hale, who died rather than betray his country, martyrs. I swallowed deeply as I stared at the angel before me. "You observe martyrs?" Yes."He looked at me and I wanted to shy away from his penetrating gaze. What he suggested wasn't possible. "You're here to observe me because I'm…?"He nodded once, just a dip of his chin. I felt goose bumps rise against my body, sending a deep. Minister who was stripped to his shorts was reaching inside his shorts to give himself a massage. I smiled sluttishly and then reached on my breasts to unhook my brassiere and then pulled it out too. Then I slipped my saree out of my waist band and let it fall to floor. Then holding my petticoat cord in one hand I pulled it to let it fall free from my slim sexy waist. The minister reached forward and with one swift motion he pulled my satin panties down to my ankles. I kicked them free.The. " I felt her body quiver under my hand as I took my finger and traced the outline of her vagina, using my finger to part her slit under the wet spot in the panties. Her breath became heavy and her eyes closed partially as I continued to caress her pussy."Do you masturbate yourself Alice, like this I mean," letting my finger push the thin material of her panties inside her labia. "I masturbate constantly," I said hoping to ease her mind."I….I do, but…." Alice stammered breathlessly, "but it has.