As Jasmine watched, a balding old man draped with a white smock, ascended the pulpit and stood facing her across its microphone. She saw instantly tha... it was the same elderly worker who she had been trying to evade.Jasmine instantly became self-conscious and smoothed her sundress, which had risen to the swell of her hips. She also adjusted the dress's straps on her shoulders, then re-smoothed the garment again to its hemline. Jasmine glared at the old man and shaking her right index finger at. I recognized one voice. It was my mother’s voice. I cleaned my room, changed my bedspread and opened all the windows so that no smell of cum was there.As I did all these, I changed my clothes too and stepped outside of my room and found that my mother was talking to my sex angel, Veda. She was in a yellow saree with green sleeveless blouse. I couldn’t see any of her cleavage which I saw yesterday.Mother – What time is it, Rohan? Waking up at 11, you are turning out to be lazy.”Me – I slept late. We sat around drinking wine until late and then as we were alltired we headed to bed.Sally Anne said, "Keep on your lingerie. It really is so pretty.You can wear your white slip nightie."I took off my blouse and skirt and slipped on the nightie. Thiswas even more see through and you could see my lingerie below.I climbed into bed and watched Sally Anne slip out of her clothesand put on a white lacy nightie and slipped into bed beside me."Do you remember the evening before our wedding?" she. Nice.Debby smiled and then glanced down at my hands clasped in my lap and then giggling she pointed her hand at me like a make-believe gun saying, “Hands up” and instinctively I raised my hands in the air exposing my bulging shorts, “Wow.. nice” she sighed as Sophie captured the moment.Debby then took a step towards me and stood within touching distance, “What do you think sir?” she asked softly as if inviting me to inspect. For a 44yo woman I thought her tits were in surprisingly good shape.