She raised the back hem of her skirt and gradually exposed more and more of the back of her stockings. Slowly, her skirt rose until we all could guess...the thong she was wearing; but then she again let the hem fall. She turned to us and this time she moved one leg forward, through the split in her skirt and raised the front hem. Ana pulled the skirt further until her white flesh and suspender straps came into view. There was a round of applauses…She dropped the skirt hem and immediately her. He had taken a bit of more and soon slept. Shaalu called me in and asked me to take measures. I took my book andtape. She dropped her pallu and turned back. I could notice that she was wearing almost a backless,sleeveless blouse, like a halter neck. There was not bra. I measured her shoulder, sleeve, arm and wanted to put tape around her. Then she turned towards me. Her blouse was so deep that there was nothing to hide. I silently, put the tape around her and measured, her breastline,waise, the. He was getting turned on by my story...which turned me on as well!As my tale got more and more fictional, his hardon became more and more obvious.He began to breathe through his mouth now too, not heavily, just had his mouth open. And I wanted those jeans open.As he hung on my every word, I stepped forward, closer and closer until I was facing his chest. Reaching my hand to his jeans, he backed off in shock for a moment, but then stayed put. My fingers brushed over the lump in his trousers, and. She asked- what is this for?I held her shoulder with both my hands and put my fingers through the neckline of her dress and said - for this! with one sudden jerk I tore open her salwar all the way down to her stomach , she was not wearing a bra and her tits just bounced out , she had small tits , round , and tight like small balloons , I pushed her down softly on the bed and sat on top of her , she was between my legs , my cock rubbing against her pussy I was kneeling over her and starting at.