Mum was big on serving heaps of vegetables, and I don’t tend to put sauces on much, except chips.”I filed this information away for later, in case...there was, a later. “So do you get picked up by girls often?” I asked cheekily.He grinned, “First time.” I looked at him in disbelief. “I don’t go out much to get picked up,” he told me.“So, not a lot of girlfriends,” I probed.“Nope, not many,” he informed me.“How long since the last one?” I inquired.I wasn’t even sure why I was going down this path.. .her grips became loose and as I pulled her trousers down I saw her milky fair thighs ,well toned and shaved legs with an aura,in spite of her urine stench…she had worn pink panties and it had a lacy binding to it with a small bow made exactly at her pubic hair region.i saw little hair and suparna was mighty shy observing what I was seeing…I removed her trousers fully and went to fetch her panties and as I was stripping her panties she again held my hand and said ” let me do it please,its all. I said why she took so long in the lodging house. She said: The fat man fucked her once and later again he fucked another, almost cried out. What about the woman, why was she there with you. Oh that woman, she is the fat mans wife. She wants to watch her husband fucked me. She was in the room all the time with us, my fiancé, was hesitating. Was that all she wanted to watch? Anna was reluctance to say further, and I think it was not that simple. So after our meals I took her back to her. Now she was Lady Kavanagh and she had, she thought proudly, arrived.Taking another overly large sip of champagne, she watched a young man make his way towards her. Her husband’s nephew, no less. A chance to flirt, especially on such pleasurable occasions, was not to be passed up lightly. She smiled pleasantly at the university boy as he neared her.“May I say, old girl, you possess a magnificent pair of legs. Perhaps you don’t realise it, but when the light is right your dress is pretty much see.