.. under MY shirt! A quick look confirmed that the twins were wearing my t-shirts too!“Well, no wonder I couldn’t find any clean t-shirts.” I sa...d loudly, startling all of them.“Brute!” “Shhhh!” “Mom said we could” came the chorus of replies, and I just laughed.“You ladies have never looked sexier.”A couple of cups of coffee and bagels all around seemed to lighten the mood. Lucy was looking like she felt human again, and Christine kept shifting in her seat, giving me little glimpses of her. I noticed her cunt lips were bare, but she kept a full bush on her mons. I love hair on a woman. We stopped talking, and I let the water flow and music do their magic. It looked as though she was about to fall asleep, but it was simply the grand effects of the environment.I told her it was about time to get out, so she didn't get "pruned." She giggled, and out she came - before I could leave. With that, I grabbed the oversize bath towel and began to blot the water from her lovely form. I paid. ”“Never,” she sounded firm and kept pulling the saree from her clutches.“Then let me watch your cleavage for a while before you agree to kiss me,” I started rolling the top end of her saree around my forearm so that she wouldn’t be able to free herself that easily. In the process, she was pulled further towards me and as I looked up, her breasts were hanging over my head. My lust knew no bounds as my right hand went around her waist while my left hand moved up to cup her right breast and God,. Sweat gleams on my body, and you are suddenly aware of the urgent beat of your heart. I throw the tattered shirt into a corner and move into you again, kissing your upturned lips and exploring your body with light, feathery touches."What are you doing?" you breathe, but the words seem sacriligeous in this chapel of our lust, and I answer your question only with a small, cryptic smile. Silently, I pull roughly at the neckline of your white top, tearing the thin fabric free of your glistening.