.see!" She emphasised. "I'm not normally so s**tterbrained." Why she added that, she didn't know. "No...I'm not. Gotta girlfriend though" Bet you've ...irlfriends all over the country." No...no...not me" he answered, not totally truthfully. He watched as Lesley, walked over to a CD player and put some music on. As she bent over he admired the sight of her near bare backside with the very thin strip of material spotting her cheeks. He joined the growing list of admirers of than very fuckable. As usual her father had shaved her underarms, legs and needy pussy and then pumice smoothed and oiled everything after she sucked his small penis to rigidity and ejaculation, barely a dribble.Poor daddy, she thought, as she eased her full, young breasts into her front-closing, strapless shelf bra which held them up so well and created such fine cleavage by pressing in from the sides while leaving the center nearly bare. Her jugs were so full and heavy that she really needed a good bra and had. This is the story he told me when I was visiting from Mumbai. His fourth wife Chanda, who was about 15 years at that time, was serving us drinks and snacks. My grandfather’s house had a high wall surrounding it and no-one could see over it. Therefore my grandfather had given orders that the women in the house should be scantily dressed. They all wore half-saris, made of thin cotton and no blouses. Their tits were covered by a short pallu and could be seen from the sides. Even the servant women. Now I’ve just finished doing the laundry left over fromthe trip. It has evoked so many sexy memories of allthe crazy things we did last week. Each piece ofclothing I touch is whispering secret stories into myears. My whole body is getting charged up and alive.Ironing is normally such a drag, but I get out theironing board. And that’s when I hear a knock on thedoor to my apartment. It’s you! A computer failure atthe office gave you the rest of the day off. And rightaway, you.