She couldn’t remember if her bra was clean on this morning. She hoped it was and not one of her older ones at that.John concentrated once again on h...r eyes, seeking permission to remove the next garment and to ensure she was willing to continue. He was desperate to not rush things or frighten her into retreat. Her frantic rapid eye movement gave no indication in either denial or complicity, just that she was on the edge of panic perhaps.Taking her lack of indication one-way or the other as. She was also wearing some really heavy make-up, and was smoking a cigarette. As I stood up, she motioned me to sit down, and took the seat on an armchair next to the couch.“Yes, which newspaper are you from?” she asked.“I am not from a newspaper.” I said. I started to say something more but the words didn’t quite come out.“Not from a newspaper? Then what are you doing here?” she said, her chest heaving as she took another puff.“I am actually…well…. This is a little embarrassing… I want to try. To ek Wednesday main unke ghar par gaya. Unke ghar ki ek key hamare paas bhi rehti thi(For emergency reasons). To main bina shor machaye unke ghar enter ho gaya. Unke dono bachhe college gaye hue the.Unke ghar jaa kar dekha to aunty kahi nazar nahi aa rahi thi. Fir main unke room mein gaya, to pata chala ki wo bath le rahi thi. Maine bathroom ke darwaze se andar jhaankne ki koshish kari, par zyada kuch dikha nahi.Unke bed par unki panty aur bra padi thi. Unko dekh kar to mera lund dheere-dheere. She pulled away, pulled her hair away from her face, and said, "Fuck.....no one's ever done that to me! I want more!"We soul kissed for quite awhile, and she then led me to her bedroom. The bed hadn't been made up from the morning, and I could smell her as I pressed against the sheets. Still clothed, we continued to "make out." After more of that, she said, "Let me undress you!" It wasn't really a question, but more an intent. I surrendered to her, and she slowly began to remove my shirt..