"You stay silent. You think you are egging me on. Maybe when I get my kicks by staring at her pussy while she is passed out, I will leave her alone. I...ll have hell to pay when you get loose.The panties go easier than the jeans. I pull them down to her thigh and whistle. You can't see. I am in the way."Not shaved, but trimmed. You'll have to do that sometime. Just a little brown hair over pretty pink lips."I pull the panties the rest of the way down, and off her feet."Are you finished, now?" I. And Mrs. Jacobs.” Lindsey took a deep breath to calm herself as Brian pulled into the huge driveway and turned off the car. “You ready?” he asked her. She nodded. “Ready as I'll ever be.” They got out and walked to the door together. As Brian rang the doorbell, she wondered what she would say. But when the door opened, she found herself face to face with a young man around her age. He was handsome, with short blonde hair and blue eyes as bright as her own. He was tall and muscular, clearly an. (It will be a while before he returns.) She had sent away Pritam on a long outstanding errand which she knew assured her of at least a couple of hours of absence. Every day Thakur had missed no opportunity of touching her on seemingly innocent occasions. Pritam’s wild and inadequate fucking the previous night had turned her thoughts towards her babuji who was just next door. When Pritam had collapsed after the short fuck, she felt aroused but unfulfilled. Her mnd wandered to her Babuji who lay. Today was different, so different from yesterday. She gulped, her panties drenched with juice as she pushed them down over her slim hips."I liked fingering your pussy yesterday," Ellen said. "It was so wet and juicy. Did you like the taste of your own cunt?" Un, huh," Patsy said. She had her jeans and panties in her hand. She laid them on a bench. "It tasted good, but not as good as the stuff you sprayed on me." You'll get plenty of that," Ellen giggled. "Now you can find out what my pussy.