He then started on her thighs. I watched, in amazement as Beth opened a slight gap between her thighs. More low purrs of pleasure came from my wife. S...e made no protest as he slowly slid his warm moist hands to the folds of her panty covered pussy. She responded with a heart felt husky moan. He continued working her upper thighs and calves, as well as her feet for another twenty minutes before requesting that she rolls over onto her back. The smell of her sex was intoxicating! She rose up on. Ek kaam krte h dono shorts utar dete hMa- pgl ho kya. Acha ni lagega.Jyoti – kuch ni hga.Hum padh to paayengeMane socha utar deta hu aur utar diya ,phr usne bhi utara. Usne laal color ki panty peheni thi.Jyoti- tu hot ho rkha h. Shant hojaa Ma – ha ho jata par aapki red panty dekh k ab ni ho paaungaJyoti smile krte hue- ek baat puchu, tera khada islye haina kyuki ma tere pass hu.Ma – itni hot ladki woh bhi red panty me to kiska khada na hoJyoti- par yh galat h Ma- haa galat to hai. Par jawani. She watched intently as his charcoal moved down the page…Without Jean’s asking she caressed her thighs…her nipples magically stiffened and stood forth with a kissable rosiness…she lifted them to her mouth, licking and sighing and looked directly into Jean’s eyes, smiling. He was blushing, embarrassed but smiled back. He thought how pretty she was and thought of licking her nipples but was shy and continued sketching.His sketching moved further down. Her legs were crossed. He looked up at. The girl was good when she wanted to be and would never hurt anyone but she liked corrupting young girls. She had a talent for spotting a girl's hidden desires and twisting them around in order to seduce them. The girl was a copy of a real person that Belinda picked up and seduced in 1832. She was an escaped slave that was born on a Georgia plantation and was given a Christian name. The owner named her Agnes and not only did he force his belief on his slaves, but also used them as his personal.