Lily was dressed in a pair of denim shorts, her normally pasty-white legs covered in black silk stockings. It was a bold combination, and Nicolette wa...n’t sure how she felt about it - not that it particularly mattered, of course, since it was unlikely that anyone would be focusing on her legs.On her top half, Lily was simply wearing a black vest. No bra, no shirt - she’d rummaged through the school’s dress code and discovered a technicality. Not one that would hold up in front of the principal,. I was beginning to get a hard on as my hands met her thighs.Then,she removed her saree’s top as it was so hot,revealing her top in a cutdown blouse.Thinking that she was asleep,i couldm’t resist pushing up her saree and caressing her thighs.As i started to get faster,she suddenly woke up and slapped me.I was almost in tears.She threatened me to reveal all this to dad.I pleaded her not to,but she was adamant.I fell on her feet and told that i was ready to do anything for her.She giggled,much to. Her curly auburn hair had been combed the same way for decades. Her clothes were very conventional: long sleeves, long skirts, blouses buttoned up to her neck. Alice looked more like a former nun than a working woman. No one had ever seen her go out with a man to the movies or with a woman for that matter. She was quite friendly with the ladies at the church but everyone thought of her as shy, reserved and rather plain. Her face was pleasant enough, but her granny glasses didn’t help nor her. Our relationship to that point was one of pure love and affection. Things took a turn that very moment she was trying to console me. You see, her eyes were glued to my hard dick at the moment! It was as if she was physically not capable of taking her eyes off my cock.My aunty has been widowed for a few years now and I guess that could have been a reason. She always had admirers and creeps after her. I know this because it was me who dealt with a few of them.I guess, all those years going.