He watched me as I carefully reached out to touch his rigid maleness. "We usually start by touching our lips together in a caress we call a kiss. This...is followed by soft and gentle touches we call foreplay. Then we stroke each other in highly sensitive places like this," I explained as I reached out and touched someone else's cock.As I touched his shaft I felt a light thin oil coat my palms and fingers. I ran my hand from the middle to the base and back up. Captain hissed and I heard the air. She imagined romantic evenings with the two of them sharing veggie, fruits and dining on Salad in some dark, secluded spot. Closing her eyes and licking her lips, she could almost taste his luscious thick lips. She could almost feel what it was like to run her hand on his bald head. She could almost see him looking soulfully into her brown eyes, stirring her passions and drawing her nearer. She wanted T. She ached to feel his hands slide beneath her Thong. She longed to feel him touching her. Sunday morning I searched for her house and reached at 11’o clock in the morning, I rang the bell she came and opened the door in the nighty and welcomed me inside and asked me sit on sofa in the hall gave me water .she said since it was a Sunday just now she woke up from the bed and her parents have gone early morning to visit temple and will be returning in the evening and then I asked about her husband she said he is working abroad and use to visit her once in a year.Then Padma miss took me. "The factory toilets are just through that entrance. The second door on the right is the lady's. Go and wash your face. You've made one hell of a mess of your makeup. Then we'll go and get something to eat."As she climbed out of the bunk, I got a little too much of a good look at a pair of beautiful legs. Her short skirt rode up higher than was decent but I don't think she noticed. Ten minutes later she returned. Her make up was fresh but her clothes were screwed up, showing the signs that she.