Please come in and be with us this afternoon."Jeff followed Sharon's mother into an area of their home that he had not realized existed. The room, he ...earned later, was actually a ballroom. It was larger by itself that the house in which Jeff had been raised, and on this afternoon, was occupied by well over one hundred people without crowding. As soon as they entered, her mother led him, literally took him by the arm, to where Sharon's father was standing, chatting with other adults. Her father. I also noticed her saree moving downward from navel each day.As days went on I started cupping her boob and ass for a second, like it was unintentional. She never questions this or even give an angry look. Only approving looks came from her. After a week she called me to her room one afternoon when we were aloneAunty: I am having a severe back pain. Can you massage?Me: Sure AuntyAunty: Its because Shivetta can’t touch me, or i wouldn’t have bothered you.This made me realize what she wanted.She. Why was I blushing????Ella smiled and looked as cute as she ever has. She looked at me with a tilt of her head and asked “Tessa?”I just nodded. I was afraid to speak. Ella, held out her hand for me “Hi, I’m Ella. Can I come in?” Without waiting for a reply, the young woman I had been admiring for the last six weeks stepped past me and into my hotel room. I turned as I closed the door and watched her entering my space. She was wearing her brown leather riding boots still, her riding pants and a. Absolutely a real redhead. ‘I’m sorry, sir,’ she stammered as her hands continued to tear off his clothes, ‘I don’t know what’s come over me…’ and suddenly she lunged for his mouth, kissing him passionately. They swept the work off his table in the frenzy of their first lusts, her legs spread wide in the air as she scooted herself up there, at the perfect height for his rock hard dick. And rock hard he was, absolutely ready to split open that pink vagina with its patch of red hair. With her.