When I returned to the bed she had removed her sari. In the dim light I could make out her blouse and paavada against her fair skin. I could wait no m...re. I unbuttoned her blouse slowly. She unhooked her bra herself. My lips moved over her swollen breasts. Her body had become warm by now. I moved my tongue against her erect nipples. She held my head against her breasts. I brushed my lips against her cleavage thoroughly. Her boobs were full, soft and smooth. She removed her blouse and bra fully. I moved them in and out and rotated them slowly.Soon her body relaxed and she started to move and moaned, “Oh Parthoji, what you are doing feels very nice.”`Are you all right?’ I asked.She replied, “Yes, I am all right. The feeling of pleasure was so intense that I think I fainted.”Then she saw my cock which was still rigid. “I see you have not finished yet,” she said and opening her arms and spreading her legs added, “Come to me, I will soon relieve the stiffness of this dear cock.”“Are you. As I approached her from the end of the bed, Maria made a mad dash back across the bed but I tackled her before she made it off the other side. Grabbing her ankles, I pulled her toward the edge of the bed, then stood her on her feet. Grasping a hand, I led her toward the chair but she dragged her feet.Stopping, I looked at her, saying sternly, “I don't have a paddle to use on your ass but you keep fighting me I will use my slipper or a kitchen spatula. So, you decide Maria. My hand or whatever. .up over my bosom...And all the buttons done."Come, Mary, sit at the vanity." I complied, and sat,and... in the mirror I saw it... she was right... thisblouse DID display the bra of whomever wore it!"Look. See if there is any position you can assume whichwould hide the fact that you are wearing a nursing bra."And she was right. The special hooks, the nursing flaps,everything about this bra seemed designed to shamelesslyproclaim its womanliness and unashamed design for thatextremely feminine and.