Everyone was milling around our secluded lawn drinking and chatting. Everyone except Andy that is. He and a group of guys were being anti-social, sitt...ng on the deck, listening to some sports show on the radio. As the evening wore on into night, couples left one at a time and I started to clear up the inevitable mess that remains after such a get-together. I was a bit pissed off that Andy hadn't mingled more but was even more miffed that he'd spent most of the evening with Jerry, the hunk of a. I quickly moved my hands on Anu chachi’s bare white creamy cleavage and massaged it moving my hands in circular motion with the knowledge of zero opposition from my Anu chachi.Then I tugged my finger Anu chachi’s gown straps over her left soft white shoulder and pulled it aside to be free and loose it grip over Anu chachi’s chest. It came out to side vey easily and I gently started pulling it down over Anu chachi’s slender soft hands. I moved it down till her elbow and it had lost its grip. She quickly put her regular skirt on over her schoolgirl skirt, and her T-shirt over her schoolgirl blouse. She then put her long coat on over it all and buttoned up the front so you couldn’t see what she was wearing underneath.“Okay, I’ll go then?” Kimberley asked, pouting, still disappointed. She picked up her bag from the floor.“I think it’s best, Kimberley,” I told her, as I lead her out of the kitchen and back to the front door. I looked out the window to make sure my wife wasn’t about to. Her exceptional beauty can be intimidating, but when you talk to her and realize she’s the sweeting fucking person you’ll ever know, it’s a bit easier to bask in her presence. Everyone loves her. I’m chatting with Megan when Chanel comes gliding back from another skimboard run, stopping short when the board threatens to become unsteady. A guy covered in tattoos walks up to her when she snatches her borrowed board from the water. They talk and she laughs, just radiating charm. Chanel’s eyes.