He kept on doing it and whenever he reaches the upper part of the leg I could see his fingers going inside my wife’s panties. Karan kept on massagin... her legs and then burying his fingers deeper inside the panty. My wife was just lying on the bed with her eyes closed. I had told Karan only to do things which my wife approves and stop anything that she does not like. But here I can clearly see that she loved the feel of his fingers near her wet zone.After sometime Karan took the oil bottle,. Sabitha told me later that Saran asked where I went and Sabitha answered her that I probably went to Geetha and was fucking his brains out. Later at dinner the subject was brought up again and Saranya was shocked when we explained that we fuck outside our bedrooms. I explained to her there is love sex, which we have, and there is lust sex, which we fuck with other people as well. We talked well into the night and Saran had to leave because she was so tired from the trip. We on the other hand we. I stayed calm for a while and then opened my eyes.She was staring at me like she got caught stealing something. Her face turned red, her hand was immediately out of my boxers and then our conversation went as follows:Aryan: What were you doing, Geeta?Geeta: Nothing, I dropped my nose ring on your bed, I didn’t want to disturb you and that’s why I was looking for it myself.Aryan: Did you find what you were looking for?Geeta: No. (with a smirk on her face and eyes down towards my boner)Aryan:. I trust that your time with us will be a productive one." Thank you, Miss Barnard," said the youngster shyly, addressing her new boss as if she were a teacher - even though Abbie had left school two years ago. Miss Barnard did not disabuse her of the notion."Now Abbie," continued Miss Barnard, "as with most care work, the wages we pay are shockingly poor. However, you will find that many of our oldies will be more than generous with their pensions to a young girl who gives them a particularly.