Since my wife was there, they were confident that nothing untoward will happen. We fixed Saturday evening as the time of the match.The Saturday came. ... was waiting for the evening. We then proceeded directly to Peter’s house. His house was almost on top of a small hill in Ooty. He had a well maintained garden. Besides it, there was a basketball court and open ground. We reached there sharp at five. Peter welcomed us. I found that the boys Selvin and Ashok had already come and they were. Skimming over her lips,her nipples, her belly....up one thigh and down the other,two hands on her ass and then one light finger drifting overher asshole, and finally, a hand around and then over herpussy, feeling her, testing her, and finding her soddenwet and so ready for whatever he had planned. "Are you ready?" He asked, planting kisseson her back and neck while his hand fluttered over her pussylips. "I know how long you have wanted this. Thankyou for letting me give you this." His voice was. " She paused a minute then asked,"What do you DO Peter?" I told her I was a high school English teacher. She thought that was great. I asked if her Dad would mind about the age difference. She said, "Naw...Daddy is very literal. What I mean is, he wants his daughter to go out with a good guy. It's okay to say you like his daughter...you do don't you?...he doesn't seem to mind having a guy ask to take me to dinner. He will ask what time you will have me home. He will want to know your. She moaned as she felt my tongue on her clit.She had unclasped her bra and was now fondling herself. I got up and tried to remove her skirt. She said, “No. Leave it on and so for the bra. I will need it in case someone knocks”I left it at that and moved towards my targets. I kissed her lips and neck. We, French, kissed for about 3 minutes and separate for breath. My heart was pounding. I clasped her breast and began to knead them gently.I kissed the flesh around her shoulders and on her chest..