I turned her around and lead her to the window. It looked out over the street one storey below and the foot traffic was consistent given the number of...bars in the area. I pulled her top off and slid her panties down and off. I turned her to face the window and ran my hands over her body for a while, nibbling on her shoulder and prodding her ass with my erection. She was working her left breast and her pussy when I wasn't paying attention to those spots. I glance out the window and saw a couple. He felt like squeezing her ass and pushing his hand up her mini skirted dress into her pink panties and fingering her choot as he ravished her tits with his mouth.Only his self control stopped him, from fucking her then and there on the Persian rug…That night as Prakash mounted his wife Nandhi, and rammed and slammed his 8 inch prick into Nandhi’s fuck box; as his hands squeezed, slapped and pulled at her well rounded full ass, his mind was filled with thoughts of Simran and that teasing. They desperately remove each others clothing, tearing at the fabric in a frenzy of excitement. It seems ironic that just 20 minutes after his arrival the outfit she had so carefully, painstakingly chosen for this meeting now lies crumpled up, disguarded, forgotten, on the floor next to his. He pauses, stands back and looks at her nakedness, taking it all in, absorbing what he sees almost as it is the first time he has seen it, then pulls her towards him again with intense desire. His. "Just hold on a minute. I'll get an apron for you.You can give me a hand to set the meal up as well."Blushing a deep shade of red, two minutes later I was workingside by side with her, a full, frilled apron swishing around meas I tidied up under her direction. I was surprised to discoverthat the aprons we wore both belonged to her. She apologizedbriefly for their effeminacy, explaining that she felt a womanshould take pride in doing woman's work and should thereforelook as pretty as possible..