As usual, she was wearing a simple punjabi suit (a yellowish kameez with white dupatta and salwar). It was new and tight, it looked perfect on her. Sh... wore saree on special occasions mostly like parties, weddings, or festivals. In fact it didn’t matter what she wore, she always looked amazing in it because she had a perfect body. So, I did what she wanted with million questions on my mind. About 30 mins later, we wished everyone goodbye and we left along with my mama but he went the other way. But I didn’t want to make her feel bad, or like she’d said something wrong.“It’s okay,” I said. “I’ve thought about you that way too. Bev and I haven’t played like that in years and she has little interest in sex these days.”I couldn’t resist the idea. As much as I tried, I just couldn’t. I kept imagining my cock in her mouth. Seeing her lips around it. I wasn’t sure about fucking her, but maybe some oral and such would be okay.She stared at me for a minute like she didn’t know what to say.“Go. Under her blouse she was waering a push-up bra. The Pallu of that transparent Saree was such that we can see the cleveage and when she bended to put the wine glass on table, we could see the clevage very clearly.Shalu did so specifically when she offered glass to the Doc. After that we chatted for sometime. Then the Doc asked how she waers Saree. This is the moment we were waiting for. I asked her to undress herself and show him how you wear it. Intially Shaluu was shy but then he removed her. "Whether they were a match made in Heaven or not was open to question, but the interlude had been more than satisfactory for them both -- and that led to a serious inclination to repeat it. Luis backed Phyllis against the wall and pressed a serious kiss onto her lips, largely because he'd realized overnight that she got off on being manhandled a little bit. "Maybe Tuesday? Give me your number -- I will call." You just didn't pass up good, willing pussy -- you just DIDN'T! Phyllis didn't know it.