But Alice stopped me. “Let me do it first” – she said. She took of her trousers and her blouse. She had white cotton panties and bra. The bra sh...wed perfectly her boobs’ shape, and there was black dot where her nipple was. Her panties were normal, everyday’s, not fantasy ones, but at the sides there were a few locks of dark pubic hair… That was too much for me. Those days, pubic hair was the main thing. I had seen it at my magazines, and for me it meant sex, sex and more sex. Alice laughed. On my back, legs still stretched up and out, holding the big vibrator and she runs to the bathroom. I asked what she was doing and gave me a "hold on". Ok, I thought.I heard the toilet go and then the sink run. When she came back out she jumped on the bed and hit the same position that we were in before. This time she grabbed the big vibrator and gave me the one that she was using earlier. "What the hell?" I thought. Then It hit me, she had gone to the bathroom to make sure she was empty. All said, on this blissful day, where she had come to office wearing a tight chudidhar, that gripped her body and pumped her boobs upwards revealing a very little cleavage (normaly she does not wear a duppatta and its the best thing).She had a beautiful ass in loving shape it seemed like the rain god too loved her and wanted to touch her skin so he was endlessly showering that evening.She used to leave office around 6 pm but that day seemed like she had some work and the rain was in no mood to. She still wanted to deny it. "No, no, no! I don't want to do that," she said to herself over and over for half the afternoon. But as she tried to close the zipper on the first pair of jeans, they were just simply too tight, and the knuckle of her thumb rubbed right across her clit as she pulled the zipper up. It was exactly the wrong thing to have happen at that moment. All of the stresses as well as the memories of him and everything about him converged in her groin. Her legs clamped together,.