At twenty-five minutes past, as the Prefect was lighting a cigar, the chief detective ventured to joke:"That's something you will have to do without, ...ext time, Monsieur le Prefet. It would be too risky." Next time," said M. Desmalions, "I shall not waste time in keeping watch. For I really begin to think that all this business with the letters is over." You can never tell," suggested Mazeroux.A few minutes more passed. M. Desmalions had sat down. The others also were seated. No one spoke.And. However, we both didn’t talk that openly.From their conversation, I had learned that they were going to attend a marriage function at Trivandrum. They didn’t know the stop to get down as there were some short cuts to the place they are going. So, they kept on asking me where they can easily get down and reach their destination.I had politely answered and helped them. They had a lot of luggage with them as they were going for a marriage function. Finally, we reached the last stop Trivandrum. She let them fall down. The father gazed upon a small and tight pussy that was glistening with moisture, obviously she was enjoying this.“Right now follow me” said the priest sweeping through a doorway and down a flight of stairs. Sandy shivered it was cold and she wanted her clothes back. The passage led into a red lit chamber with a four poster bed with a crucifix in-between the bottom posts. The covers were rich red and looked like velvet. The priest turned and let his garments fall to the. “Like the rear view, too, huh?” Lynette snickered over her shoulder as she reached the sliding glass door. After she opened it, my girlfriend reached behind her and pulled the red swatch of material completely into her ass crack and then shook her ninety-nine percent buck-naked ass for me.As I was grilling the steaks, I noticed the chilly March evening air was having a marvelous effect on Lynette. There was no mistaking the exact location of her diamond hard, puffy nipples within her candy.