Mi pudhe mhanalo “Arre kaay tu roj donach tarboojanshi khelto!! Bagh aaj mi tuzyasaathi Kalingada pan aanli aahet !!”Ase mhanun mi maavshiha saade...cha padar khaali khechla aani blouse chi buttons sodli.Don bhali motthi kalingada chatkan baaher padli ani jad zaalya maavshichya chaativat lolu laagli.Sundarche tar dolech diple.Aaiche stana jevdhe motthe hote tyachyapeksha maavshiche stana motthe hote.To vedyasaarkha 4 hi stanaashi aaltun paaltun khelu laagla.Mi mavshi ani aaila dola maarla ani. I covered it with one hand with a feigned shock that such could ever occur. Somehow my quick hand movement unintentionally released the other strap. The dress slid to my waist before I managed to catch it.Just then the bus hit a bump. Forget the dress. I had to grab the seat handles to avoid falling. The dress fell to the floor. Mike and Bob were wondering if I was shaved “down there”. And now greeted with a bald pussy they stopped wondering. I waited and looked to be sure there are no more. And he sang it, right at Kristin, hamming up the wink-and-a-nod lyrics for all they were worth. Kristin was howling.As he ended, before the piano had even stopped echoing, he put on this mock-pompous face and started Mozart's "Sonata Facile." He played the whole thing-flawlessly-while making a face like a constipated schoolmaster. Kristin was laughing so hard she was about to pee her pants. He hit the final chord and she was still cracking up.He grinned at her, and waited for the laughter to. Then i told her that even i wud strip off to make her feel comfortable and we both were nude on the bed.She was holding her bare breasts with her hands and her legs tightly packed. Then she asked what next. I told her to get comfortable and we both slept together that night holding each other tightly and i caressed her boobs and tried to finger her pussy but she resisted, but it was wonderfull and even she liked it. From the next day we started doing that daily. We used to wait for the night.