After we came out of the shop, Anandi asked me if I had a good time. She was smiling. She knew what was going on and wanted to know if I enjoyed it. O... course I enjoyed it immensely, but felt like a teenager being patronized by someone slightly older. I was not sure what was in store for me going forward. We went to a boutique to do some clothes shopping. Anandi took over completely. She picked a dozen salwar-kameez and churidar-kurtas for me. I have to agree that they were all exquisite and. Taking this as consent, I returned to fingering her pussy while my tongue worked on her ass. I knew I needed to work quickly even if the first rule of ass fucking is to take it slow. Once her ass was wetted, I worked my thumb into her ass causing the grunts to turn to yelps. ‘Fuck me you dickhead, fuck me.’ Lizzie retorted. As I skewered her cunt with my cock, it occurred to me that this might well be the last words said by any member of the human race. After a couple of strokes in her pussy. She then woke me up and asked me to give some place to sleep as the fan was spoiled in her room . Due to the spoiled fan she was full of sweat and as she didnt wear any inner her night gown was stuck to her tits and the big round tits with small nipples on them were clearly visible to me by seeing those my cock was erect . I thought of touching them but i was afraid to do so and slept off. As i said she was a simple house wife she had not wore a bra , her typical work made her sweat a lot and. "What's that?" Samantha asked innocently."A radio controlled mini vibrator!" Hannah laughed, "Just imagine if your boyfriend had the remote." Or girlfriend," Jo added."Why not build the remote into the bra, or have a pocket for it?" Samantha suggested."Spoil the fun," Hannah explained, "Do you want to try it?" No thanks, it's lunch time," Samantha said flippantly.The sandwich 'Man' was actually an elderly lady who wheeled a trolley to their door and knocked politely, the food looked edible and.