Her eyes shined with the gleam of light and her face glowed brightly as rays of light reflected form her milky white face.I was like in a haze, a stra...ge mystical power controlling me. I pulled her closer, kissed her lips as I ran my fingers through her hair, caressing her head softly. She started kissing back, unbuttoning my shirt. I pulled of her sari, greedily sucking her tongue, licking her face. I striped off her white petticoat and white panty at one go, unhooked her red blouse and red. She came back about ten minutes later in a silk robe. She had touched up her make-up and reapplied her bright red lipstick. The robe was rather revealing, as you could see her cleavage poking out of the top and it was short enough to see her shapely legs. We set there and talked for about thirty minutes. Seeing her tits try and peak out of that robe started to make me hard again. We sat close and started kissing again. She asked me to come into the bedroom with her. Once we moved in there, she. But if I had to guess, the answer to the question about deliberately would be a definite maybe.Jean on the other hand had spent much of his life looking for those little signs, 'tells' the poker players would call them, that indicate that the man in front of him may not be totally hetero, and may even be outright gay. He heard it in the sound of my voice when I answered his question; I knew that he heard it because his eyes showed a flicker of recognition, of understanding about my thoughts. He. If he could only get her to feel the same way for him, he could have his fantasy and eat it too. While he was jacking off with a pair of her undies, he decided to leave her a calling card. He came into the crotch of her panties and then left them in a conspicous place in her bedroom. He was not sure if it would go over well, but he knew that if she was angry and accused him, he could deny it, and aside from her crusty panties (which she could have easily done herself) she would have no proof..