Then to my amazement she said you like what you see. All i could say was yes, she grabbed my hand at put it inside her shirt and bra i couldn't believ... how soft they were. As i started to play with them and squeeze her nipple she pulled me into the women's bathroom and locked the door. She started to unzip my pants and pull them down. Then she grabbed my cock and started stroaking it. Then she got on her knees and started licking the tip of my head. I could tell she's done this before cause it. I stepped stairs down! And reached ground floor. Man, i was real thirsty. Who wouldn’t be.So being our close so-called relative cum neighbour. I went on first floor and rang my herione-of-the-story flat’s bell. She was use to be alone whole day till 8 pm, the time her hubby get backs. I heard some annoying unidentified languages songs. It was her television. She opened!Me:- “Hi! Namastey…” (It’s how we indians treat.. I won’t edit my story fake! Nhi toh mza nhi aayega)She:- “Oh! Hi abhi.” (She. The genitals, the stomach, the spleen, the heart, the lungs, the throat, the mouth, everything that made a man a man became available. "The problem is," said the princess slowly, "those artists, the painters and writers and musicians have craft. You saw the drawings of the Estonian. You heard our young junkie poet's early work. Your bassist friend has been playing bass since the twenties. Because of skill and talent they can go anywhere they want with their art. What about us? We're trying to. I kissed her and grabbed her ass, “Christy, you look amazing.”“Thanks, Gary,” Christy replied as we kissed again,” I’d better go check on the pot roast that’s in the slow cooker.”James arrived at seven thirty and, Christy gently kissed his lips as he entered our house.“You look amazing sweetheart,” James said.“Nice ass!” I joked and James laughed.“God, you two and my ass!” Christy laughed, “It’s just an ass!”“But it’s a beautiful ass,” I teased.Christy handed James a glass of wine and teased,.