Her own juices allowing her finger to glide with the greatest of ease. She starts with gentle strokes as if she is finishing the final details of a we... oil painting with her fingers. Then she starts to move in tiny circles as though she is delicately rubbing scented oil onto a single freckle, almost tickling herself. She starts to rub harder, as she feels her passage way relax and become more and more pliant. She soon becomes wet and slippery rather than just a little moist. Alice strokes her. It was also in the middle of the Sexual Revolution.I had gotten to know her, in part because she was nice enough to offer me rides at the end of the day, saving me from the bus. She told me that her husband, Alan, was an Army officer deployed in the field. They were absolutely physically faithful, but they both were rather exhibitionistic. He encouraged her to wear provocative clothing. On their weekly phone calls, they talked about how they had showed off to people, and how they had been. After sometime she noticed me.Parul: are deverjee , aap kab aaye?Me: just abhi, bhai kidhar hai?Parul: vo ot school meeting main gaye hain,, shaam ko lotangeMe: hmm chalo mujhe apni parul.. Bnabhi ke sath kuch time to mila…Parul: ha ha ha.. Aap saman rakho main pani lati hoonShe went to kitchen for water, I as watching her back, with backless choli and snake like choti (tide hairs) bouncing on her hips. While she was walking her hips moving side by side like snake. First time I wanted to remove. We went to a table that was right in the middle of the place, and he got me a stick. He gave me some quick instructions and told me to go ahead and break. As I leaned over to hit the cue ball my skirt slid up, and I know that my ass was totally exposed. I looked up at Marco, and he gave me a little smirk, and I knew that was what he wanted. I was so embarassed and wanted to cry, but I knew I couldn’t, so I just concentrated on trying to hit the ball as my butt and vagina were out in the.