Before she knew it, both of her hands were casually touching her full breasts, working and teasing their pliant firmness.It had been so lovely, watchi...g them. There was no way she could rationalize that away. It had simply been one incredible turn-on experience.In the darkness now, she could see it again. Their fine, youthful bodies in the sexy light from the candle. The fragrant smell of pot drifting in the air. The sight of the two perfectly shaped bodies rolling around on the mussed sheets. I was midway through my twenties, and already had accomplished a lot for a young woman, as I had become the secretary of a rather large banking firm. The only problem with the job that I had is, I worked pretty long hours and by the end of my working day, I would be too exhausted to even contemplate having any “fun”. It was usually dinner for one, a quick soak in the bath, television, then bed. The levels of stress that I had, drove my fiancé away months ago, I was left completely alone in my. Oval face, dark and round eye, with long straight hair made her look no less than a model. But she always wore tradition dress. Sarees looked perfect on her, but I never spoke to them.To make long story short, my mom surprisingly visited me at apartment. But I had been out on some work. By the time I arrived at my apartment. I could see that my mom was having chat with Ramya. That moment made me excited as I always wanted to fuck that mallu lady and this look like an opportunity. She invited me. ” Gaby reached for a chilled bottle of wine from the cooler on the blanket. She twisted the cork off with a pop. “Turn around, girlfriend. Bend over and keep your legs at shoulder width and straight as you pull your panties down…very slowly.” The dark haired young Mistress took a refreshing drink of the cool, crisp white wine as her childhood friend bent forward and hooked her thumbs in the sides of her sheer, lace panties. As she started to take them down, the material stuck against her hot,.