It was all covered with saree. I started adjusting her saree from her legs and moved upwards. My hands reached her waist.My sister placed her hands on...my shoulders. My face was very close to her body. I wanted to kiss her navel then and there but I would have stretched my luck too far and I didn’t want to risk it.I held her saree with my fingers touching her navel. I started to pull it down. Her buttonhole revealed slowly as I pulled it down. I noticed goosebumps on her body.I was in my shorts. Her eyes were green as the rest of the females there were blue in color.The rest had this gaze about them which was unatural, but her's was that of fixiation and lust. Suddenly, the rest of the females backed away from the table and around me for about 20 feet. The red head moved in closer to me and I could see the dark image of her bush underneath her night gown. She had tremendously beautiful breasts and her nipples were pink and round. Just as I always imagined about, since childhood.She. In spite of these inhibitions she was prepared to take Debra warmly to her heart and even flirt with her gently. She was missing Jennifer dreadfully and the lovely Miss Clark at least took her mind away from the aching void her lover’s absence had created. By the time the afternoon was ended and they were obliged to return to the village for Mrs Waterstone the two girls had at least reached a level of togetherness that allowed them to hold hands affectionately as they walked back along the. But all that time alone gave women the chance to engage in Fingering Something Out. Er ... FIGURING something out, is what I meant.For instance, it was women who first thought up the idea of domesticating animals. It probably started with Coaxing The Turtle Out Of Her Shell. Maybe some woman found an injured animal and cared for it. It's possible that, while Brushing The Beaver, one day, a woman saw what beavers did with wood and got the idea for houses, which would improve things. If they.