"The good Mrs. Fowler obviously never experienced sullenness or withdrawal, Anson thought to himself."I have not seen Miss Maynard in a sullen mood no... withdrawn, but I found her a pleasant and stimulating company." Well, she has confided her plans to me, and you may count on my help and discretion. She should be down here any minute, but do sit down, Captain."Then, for the next ten or fifteen minutes, she submitted Anson to a very thorough if friendly interrogation. Under her friendly probing,. I asked her to get which ever book she wanted from the table and I moved to my study table. As I looked around I saw her leaning on the table and trying to get the book she wanted which was on the other end of the table. She was wearing a almost transparent white shalwar and I could see her legs through the cloth . A cold chill rose up my spine when I saw tiny silky brown hairs on her fair legs and my dick started to harden a bit. I moved towards her to help her get the book. Her black curly. She got very angry and told me that “Where did you get my phone number? Tell me otherwise I will complain to police. Where are you from? I know you are a local guy. Just tell who gave you this number. If you don’t tell I know how to get your number from the telephone exchange.” I felt very bad .I told her that I got the number from the newspaper. She was adamant. Then I told the name of the newspaper with date and page number. I told I’m very sorry and I am not a local guy. I’m from Bangalore,. But didn’t refuse. Infact she don’t have time to think. I was pressing her bare waist and rubbing my face on her breast. I pulled her on me in that instance she touched my cock (I wore only thin towel), it’s very hot. She was supposed to remove her hand. I hold her hand and requested to shake my cock. I removed her saree top from her breasts and started removing her jacket from bottom. Finally her boobs got released. She got very big boobs. I was amazed while looking at since that was the first.