Seeing me, she dropped her pallu. Just like that, I started to wipe the vodka from her navel. Her navel was too deep. She couldn’t control herself. ... put my tongue into her deep navel and started to lick it. She was taken aback. When I tried to kiss her, she said it’s wrong.I pressed her ass from behind, she moaned, and I kissed her. We both kissed for a few minutes. My hands were rubbing all over her body. I removed her saree completely. She was standing with her blouse and petticoat. It was a. I went to nudge my wife to get her to wake up but when I bumped her, her arm fell on his lap and he slowly moved her hand over to his cock which instantly began swelling into full erection. My wife u*********sly took this strange cock in her hand and began stroking the long shaft bringing this strangers cock to a rock hard state. I was so turned on for the life of me I don’t know why; but I took my hand and slowly slid it up my wife’s thigh pulling her dress up to the point which exposed her. I was very aware of the soft silky caress of the material on my body, and when five o'clock came around I was reluctant to take it off. I asked Jenny if she thought I should remove it, especially as the shoulder straps were so evident. "Wear it." She said promptly. "You bought it to wear, so do so. And it looks lovely on you. Just a pity you don't have any tits to fill it." She gave me a wink as she made this last remark to let me know she was only teasing. But if I were to be honest with. Each day they took Vivienne along. At first she was most self-conscious at sitting behind the stand facing the public and having them face her. Tom insisted she bring along some of her ornamental turning and soon involved her in any discussions. Most model engineers were also interested in the turnings and they could only see her face so had no idea she had no legs. At first they usually asked Tom how they were done but always her referred them to Vivienne saying she was the expert. By the end.