My breasts were now right in his face. I hooked my fingers under the thin straps of my dress and slid them down my arms, pulling the dress down over m... breasts. Flinging my arms free, I heard him moan as the black dress fell down my body and settled around my waist.His eyes opened wide as he looked down at my inviting cleavage. He moved his hands up and grabbed my bare breasts before pulling me towards him, and burying his head between my breasts.I grasped the back of the sofa and threw my head. Radha was wearing a cream colour matching blouse with a black colour brassier. Her pallu was not in layers but spread in a single sheet form exposing the well rounded shape of her melons to my feasting eyes.There was a definite spring in her steps when she entered my flat and she was for the first time having jasmine flowers in her head.Radha prepared the breakfast and I too had it without wasting any time and immediately she said Senthil, today I will prepare a good lunch for you and again. Your hair tie lies useless on the bed. I don’t know why you always use it, it never stays in. Your hair spills over your pillow, tickling my nose, filling me with your scent. The aroma of yesterday’s Euphoria lingers, I bury my face into your neck and smell it. Feeling my hardness, you wiggle your butt against me, then lie still and just enjoy being together, saying nothing, holding. You reach over and turn off the alarm. The spell broken, you get up and put on your robe before going into the. With just a short hesitation Barbara reached down and unzipped her pants and let them slip off her hips and down to the floor leaving her standing naked in the elevator with only her high heels on. Red face but defiant she stepped out of her pants which were puddled around her feet. She bent over picked them up and handed them to Vic. When we arrived at our floor, Barbara cheeks red but head held high walked 10 paces behind us to our room. We had a suit where the bedroom was in a loft. We.