She wore a white saree, with a blue blouse, and her stats were 36-28-36, now imagine me, watching her waist, like a hound, my mouth was dripping with ...ater looking at her, she was white as snow, and her hair looked like as if someone made her a luscious wig!Well as I was staring at her continuously, she noticed after almost 15 mins, and then I thought to myself that I have to strike a conversation with this lady, if nothing else, I would just get to talk with her, that is what was enough for. Me dekhne me bhut khubsurat hu meri bhen bhi bhutkhubsurat h mere hight 5’4″ h or mera rang gora h mere bobs kafi bade h collegeme mujh par sare ladke line marte h mere boyfriend ka nam Rajesh h mere bhai kaman rahul h or bhen Shruti h.Ye us time ki bat h jab mere momdad mamaji ke yaha gaye hue the to waha mom ko ak bike ne takkar mar di isliyemom ko waha par hi rukna pada sath me dad bhi ruk gaye ab me bilkul free thimujhe koi rokne wala nhi tha me apne boyfriend se milne jab cahe ja sakti. She would squeeze her ass gently, enjoying the firmness of it as they began to passionately kiss each other. Roger and I just silently stood there, stroking our dicks like two perverts, not even caring if anybody walked in the restroom at this point or not. Once in awhile, my Queen’s finger would stop around Rhonda’s crotch area and disappear deep inside her, causing a wave of pleasure to course through Rhonda’s body. I had to stop touching myself because I was experiencing overload and knew I. We just carried on talking, maybe a bit about her husband wandering once he found out she could not have any c***dren, this was obviously some of her tears.. as she tried to explain to me but I would never understand that kick in the psyche of a young woman . I had not seen but the time had gone so fast..she felt very easy in my company and had moved to the same sofa and she was but had little need to still show me her new shoes.. laid in my lap and her stockinged feet crossed and then toe.