She was like an angel. 5’8″ tall, slim but curvy, long black hair, awesomely beautiful face, large red delicious lips, glorious skin, fair complex...on, big black eyes, sharp nose, and a figure of goddess. She looked heavenly in her wedding saree, her belly wriggled like snakes in the sand. That was the first I came of in my pants without even touching myself.It was about a week later, when she had a fight with her husband and her husband left. Next morning she called my mom and asked if she. I knew that as I walked in it I could hear and feel the swish of thepetticoat on my stockings.The feeling was fantastic!Next was a dress I liked best, it was a dark blue back zip up dress, withshort frilly sleeves, which came down to just below my knees. It huggedmy figure and I loved the idea of being surrounded by all thisfemininity, and I thought it looked very sweet on me anyway.To finish it all off I found a pair of 3" blue 3 inch high heeled shoes,I was so lucky, because both my mum. Roughly he grabs it, pinching the soft mound in his hand. Letting go of my hands from above, I grabbed his head behind his neck to press him closer to me. Breathing heavy through his nose he pulled away and looked his blue eyes into mine. Returning to my mouth he traveled down my neck to the top of my bust. I felt the tickle of his goatee on my chest and it gave me the shivers. He slid one free hand down to the front of my pants and undid the snap. With little effort he unzipped the remaining. “Do we need to cut back?”Sera shook her head slightly and a couple of light cracks could be heard from the sides of her neck where the scales were dry and hazy. “I don’t think we are eating enough in a day to be a concern. Besides, I like your cooking.”Her hands kept clenching and unclenching with indecision as well as forcing herself not to scratch. He was about to leave, possibly for weeks, should she say it?“Okay then,” he leaned over and kissed her lightly on the lips. Pulling away, he.