A few hours later I felt a soft hand on my limp cock, "what the fuck!". She placed her her finger on my mouth, and whispered in my ear, "stop pretendi...g, I feel you get hard by the second". She rubbed my cock up and down a bit, while pressing her body against mine. She was wearing flannel pyjamas, so I could feel everything. She went on top of me, and I could feel her soaking wet cunt dripping through her pyjamas. I reached for her ass, and squeezed. "I hope you like my. I looked around and there was no-one in sight, these were the days before camera’s, she came closer as she threw her used cig away, I thought to myself she will need fucking. I grabbed her by the arms and gently pushed her against the wall, moving straight in and kissed her full on her lips, it didn’t take her long to push her tongue in my mouth as her arm wound around my neck.As we snogged away my hands around her waist soon moved up to be touching the front of her tits, as I fondled them I. I told her that I could live with that, but that I was anxious to see how it would work on the code that I had written by then.The rest of the week I took some short drives to familiarize myself with the car, and spent my days coding furiously. I was beginning to get the hang of using Reaper effectively. I was quite pleased with how powerful and flexible it was, even though at first it was hardly intuitive to program. I'd have to talk to Sarah about creating a programming course sometime; I. I rapidly pulled off my sari from my body and looked around before opening my blouse. There was no one for sure and enough darkness and that gave me courage to unbutton my blouse and within seconds I was standing in my bra and petticoat only. I was patting myself in my mind for my recently developed boldness! The blouse was loose by all means, must be of some woman with an awesome size. I moved out from behind the tree and Uday quickly kept my saffron sari and blouse in his bag. Me: Whose sari.