Now she was only in bra and panty. I was only in underwear. We had already forgotten about the cold since both of our bodies had gotten lot of heat in...ide. I thought of having some fun in the foreplay. I asked her to close her eyes and lie on bed. So she did and I went to kitchen and searched in the refrigerator for ice-cream. There was no ice cream, but I found a homemade mango jelly inside. I took the box of jelly and a spoon while going back to bedroom. I took some jelly in spoon, and put it. The room to which I followed Jen was the den. It was appointed quite nicelywith a conversation pit containing two sofas a coffee table and tworecliners. There was also a wet bar, fireplace and pool table. Erotic artcovered the walls except one that had full d****s. By now J had removed herblouse and was reclining on a sofa wearing only a shelf bra, that displayedher magnificent teats, white satin garter belt, stockings and her calf highboots. Her cock was at full attention letting me know that. The other night you almost shot ‘Little Paul’ across the bedroom.” Blossom added.“I did not!” Erin said defensively.“You did, Erin. I was lying at your feet and it shot past my head like a mortar shell.”“I do not fart that bad!” Erin protested.“It’s not about good or bad. It’s more about the force.” I piled on.“Hey! You guys are being mean.” Lynn defended her wife.“Sorry Sweetie. Hey! How did we get from Erin being pissed about Lynn, to dealing with her farts?” Blossom asked.“Yeah how did we do. She had tucked in her hair in a French bun and had a light coat of make-up put on. I had an instant hard-on watching her tightly wrapped up in that saree.“How do I look? Is it ok?” She asked me adjusting the saree pallu over her shoulder deliberately flashing her navel. She had her saree slanting in front over her white fleshy waist and had tucked in her saree pleattes about two inches below her navel.” You look bomb-shell, .” I said. Paru smiled suggestively. Our eyes met with a longing.