My crotch hair could almost be seen through the thin material! Miss Miss Dorian decided that the waist cincher was not needed, so she had me pull on a...white half slip that came to just above my knees. The bra was also white, slightly bigger than a training bra, with small lacy cups. The dress was blue with white polka dots with a white Peter Pan style collar. "Lets wait until later to put the dress on Katherine, for now lets start you on your first lesson in makeup." Miss Miss Dorian led me to. That smirk was still there in his red beard. “We have ladies who do that.”“Of course you do,” I said.We regarded each other.“So there’s something else I was wondering if I could get from you,” I said. “It’s a type of cream. The problem is I’m not sure what it’s called.” I touched a buttery fingertip to my throat and looked away a moment, thinking. I glanced back at him. I thought I saw his eyes quickly returning from another visit to my cleavage.“Is it a sour type of cream?” he asked. “Like. She gave out an instinctive moan and arched her back. I continued lapping up her clit like a dog drinking water. She was moving her bubble butt up and down on my tongue as well, all the time making slurpy sounds and moaning as hard as she could. "Kat, I'm about to come." Me,too. Let's do it at the same time."She started giving me a fast and long blowjob, while I hungrily ate her pussy, while using my thumb to rub her clit.She suddenly arched her back and I too ready, letload after load of hot. After casual talks, I got to know that she was 38 and had a daughter studying in college. Dimple was very sexy as it seemed from her pics. After some time, we shared our number and began talking on the phone. As time passed, I started flirting with her and realized that she liked it and enjoyed it so I continued with it.One fine day we decided to meet and she came in a low-cut saree. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. We greeted each other and went to a nearby restaurant. There we were talking.