” I responded, “I said I’m starting to think of the sex scenes in stories as a necessary evil. I never said sex was a necessary evil.” “Let ...e see what you got so far.” She started, “Maybe I can help.” Hmmm…I thought. I really liked Linda and I think she is a really nice girl, but she does not come across as a literary genius. How she could possibly help me with my story was totally beyond me. I walked over to my computer desk and sat down in the big chair in front of the screen. I searched. I was wearing a lungi and banian and nothing else inside.I heard the knock on the door and just at that noise, my dick stood up. I opened the door and found her in a transparent saree with tight blouse exposing her cleavage and low hipped saree.Her nipple was waiting to be let out.I held her by her hip and pulled her towards me and closed the door. What happened next was absolute fantasy.I ‘ve always love cross undressing. I started slowly removing her saree and she was staring at my hard on. I. "Maybe Aunt Ethel's got one of these." She crawled around for nearly a minute, her skirt in one hand and the phone in the other. Defeated, she hung her head. "Fuck this shit." She grunted as she stood, and began to put on the skirt; the thong would have to wait until morning, unless that fuckhead Eddie took it. But if that was the case, she would deal with him later. Molly adjusted the skirt. Yeah, it was a little small and tight on her thin, 5'4" frame, but she knew it could at least. "Do you shtill?" he asked meakly.She smiled lovingly at him and caressed his hair. "Yes baby, yes. I still do," she whispered into his ear.They slept until Monica woke from stiffness due to the awkward position. She guided David to her bed and helped him off with his shes and socks. She then laid down next to him and they slept some more.Monica woke to the feeling of her robe opening and rolled toward her son. He stopped like he was caught doing something he shouldn't be, and perhaps he was,.