With inevitable prattle, I nonetheless managed to relax in her oily hands over my chest and arms, stomach and thighs … all while my cock slowly but ...urely rose in anticipation. My bobbing erection soon enough could not be ignored, as Antonia murmured, “So hard … so beautiful” … and finally shut-the-fuck-up as she dropped in to seductive focus of lingam massage, leaning over my left thigh, her mouth hovering over my oiled and handled cock. Antonia then let drool slip out of her mouth and trickle. "And I am Thanir, or did you already know that?"The look of surprise in her eyes answers the question even as she replies, "Why do I feel guilty for saying yes?"His chuckle deepens, and she joins in as the gentle vibrations of his laugh transfer through their bodies. The laughing fades, though, as his hands slide up her back. He brushes a few stray locks out of her face and behind her ears and leans forward, kissing her tenderly."Don't feel guilty. I certainly enjoyed this morning, and it seems. 'When youinvited him to this women's engineering thing, I thought you were goingto make him join, so that he'd have to pretend to be a woman. I mean, ifwe're not going to make him dress up as a woman, what's the point of usall going to some boring story about black balls. I thought that was thewhole object.''Softly, softly, Tracey,' Diane said. 'First we let him take the bait.Then we give him plenty of line so he can run with it for a while. Onlythen, do we start to reel him in.''That'll teach. While she was fingering herself the top half of her saree had slipped aside, leaving her rich and deep navel fully exposed to his view. With the creamy flesh above and below it aching to be pawed and felt, the navel resembled a pussy in need, quivering and juicy. Manya bent forward to examine some of the leafy vegetables and this made the top half of her saree drop, revealing her generous cleavage with a clear vision of her perked up nipples. She didn’t realize that her saree had dropped and.