By that time mom had wiped her dry and was about to change clothes. Kerala ladies wear a traditional dress called set saris and men wear dhotis while ...isiting temples.She walked up to a big tree holding her clothes and called me. She placed all her clothes on my shoulder and asked me to open my dhoti and hold it in front of her like a curtain. On the other side she had the cover of the big tree. I did as she said. Now turning away from me she unhooked her bra and took it off. Then she pulled. “I’ll wear slacks or skirts over them in the winter, and I have some heavier weight ones if it gets really cold,” she said as she picked up a pencil and pad. Once she put the pad in front of her and rested the pencil on it, her hands stopped shaking. “Polartec and Patagonia make great winter wear. Sometimes I wear yoga pants and leotards but I like the one-piece outfits. It’s like ... um ... I like the feel...”“It’s like being hugged over all your body,” I offered. The smile she flashed at me. My heart was pounding in tandem with my cock. When I looked at Gary's face he was wearing a small, triumphant smile. He climbed down from the wheel and said something about going to his van for more clay. He crossed the street and I followed. He did not turn around to see if I was behind him. He didn't have to; he knew. I was his puppet and he was pulling my strings. I found it liberating to be entirely under the control of another, to have no free will whatsoever. There were no choices to. She had nice firm tits about a size D. Her blouse was barely buttoned and I could see almost to the nipples. I knew they were a couple looking for a 3some. I reached over and unbuttoned her blouse and opened it up so I could see her bare tits. She pulled my top up over my tits and looked at the huge globes. Her bf was watching us enjoying our show better than the screen. He knew he would soon get to play. I pulled her skirt up and spread her legs to see her pus. It was shaved and looked sexy as.