He sniffed my waist to neck and put his hand on my pussy over a saree. My pussy started to wet, and he started to put pressure on my pussy. I pushed h...s hand and said.Me: I am here for coffee.He: I am taking the fresh milk.Me: You won’t get milk. Leave me.He: Then you will get a thick cream shake.Me: Cream shake?Having a bizarre smile on his face, he said, “Yes. Thick cream shake.”I understand his clue. He was talking about his cum, and I felt shy.He: Come, let’s fuck.Me: Shut up. I am. Trying to stay in shape,” I said. “You know, cardio's important.”“Right,” she said. She grabbed a bottle of body spray. “Might want to spritz up. It's a little ripe in here.”Fifteen minutes later, we were walking into The Polka Dot Dress, the only clothing store in Jefferson, the small town in Central Oregon that we lived. It was a farming community of just a few hundred. It existed as much for the truck stop off I-5 as the surrounding farms around it. The store got shipments of new clothes. What he wasn't too sure about were the kisses that she started to bestow on him and the soft, whispered warnings."You're not giving her what she wants." Every visit ended with that.And that was the state of Marty's world on the Friday visit she planned to attack. Rhonda couldn't have hoped for a better, more primed target.He was doomed.Rhonda had thought it over many times. What was the best way to approach him? At first she had been concerned about an abrupt rejection, him pushing her away and. Once she was finished she headed for the edge of the pool and then she stepped out. He was quickly there to offer her a large fluffy towel, but first he just stood there and admired her very naked and wet form.Then as he stepped forward with the towel outstretched acting like he was going to wrap her in it, he started to give her a deep kiss as his towel covered hands roamed all over her naked body as he felt her up under the guise of drying her off. He touched everywhere and Kat forced her.