Soon my brassiere came off too.Rajan lifted my saree and petticoat together since it was not possible to take it off in such a small place/. His rouhg...hands broughy goosebumps on my smooth shaven legs. I fgelt his hands lclosing around my panties and then they came off smoothly. Rajan placed it enxt to my bra and blosue.I pulled him atop myself and kissed him while my hands went inside his shorts to free his lund.It was nice and hard and just the right size.I massaged it a little to gain more. "You’re so... feminine." "I've said too much... I think I've made you uncomfortable." He said. I squeezed his arm, "No. Thank you... that was very nice. I don't often hear things like that.” "Well, standing here flirting with my attractively feminine neighbor isn't getting things done. I guess I can't avoid it indefinitely." He touched me. "But... if you need help with anything, you know, anything at all, call out." He was slow to move away. "Thanks.... Uhh," I took a half step closer to him. With a little lube, he worked each into the relevant orifice. This was going well.That is until the doorbell rang again, and Paul left me, trussed and frustrated. After an age, he returned with Andy, omg, and a stunning blonde who turned out to be called Becky – I’d have done her in a blink! This seemed to be getting better and better.Paul sat down next to me and started to explain what was going to happen.“Well Roma, you cheated on your husband, and you cheated on me, and Andy was. I had impure thoughts, Yada ... yada ... yada. Once in a while some teen would titillate him with a confession but too often it was like the Smith boy had proclaimed. I have sinned father. I touched myself between my legs every day this week."Having heard this from many of the teenage boys he had a little script prepared in his head. "Masturbation is a normal thing, young man. It's not a sin. You don't need to confess it every week. Now, if for some reason you touch another boy or girl or they.