. she was straight opposite to me.. she used to keep her dress ,jewels in the top shelf.. she is around only 5 ft tall..She asked me whether i could h...ld onto the stool while she takes out the jewels .. i said yes.. she climbed up.. i could see her ass and pussy right from down..i slowly pushed up the towel .. i know that stool will shake .. so i didn’t hold that stool and when she was searching deeply i pushed my hands over the towel near to her ass and pushed the stool ..She fell off. We struck up a very polite conversation about the flight and the joys of travelling. She seemed to relax more and started to make more eye contact.The more we spoke the more I wanted her. I glanced at her tits beneath her dress and her legs at every opportunity I got. She must have noticed several times but we carried on. She ordered more drinks to return the compliment and we talked more. This time she started to make light physical contact with her hands every now and then. A playful push if. It was our daily affair. She stayed on my body for 10 more minutes and was talking throughout about what and how we will do everything. I was just listening to her with caressing her ass cheeks.After sometime, the bell rang. She stood up, put on her clothes and went to open the door. It was her Mom Dad. She just started talking to them even they have not entered the house. She told them the whole story and asked for their permission. Her parents gave permission without any problem but they said. " That is an overwhelming demonstration, and you would make every one vow to live a single life." Such are my reasons for not liking to marry Mademoiselle Danglars. Have you ever noticed how much a thing is heightened in value when we obtain possession of it? The diamond which glittered in the window at Marle's or Fossin's shines with more splendor when it is our own; but if we are compelled to acknowledge the superiority of another, and still must retain the one that is inferior, do you not.