I was exchanging the boobs with my mouth and hand.I slowly moved towards her belly and kissed her navel and circled my tongue around it and also squee...ing her boobs.Played with her belly for some time and moved my hands towards her petticoat and removed it and kissed her pussy over her black panty.Now she was only in her panty. Immediately she got up and started removing my jeans and I removed my shirt. She took off my pant and saw the bulge in my boxer. My boxer became wet with my precum. Only her grocery cart separated us. "I know it's you, but I'm not sure about the name. I have the worse time remembering names." Yes it is," I took a deep breath and confirmed her assumption. We had met before, of that much I was certain! Proof was in the fact she knew my name. I also recognized her. She wore a tight little T-shirt. I noticed the outline of her bra underneath."I knew it was you," She stepped around her cart. She came near. Her voice lowered. "I could never forget you, even with. She visited once again last few days ago she was in saree though she must have come from the function directly she was in her blue saree was looking gorgeous as usual I was in towel she ring the bell and I opened after seeing her in saree I had a immediate tent on underwear she noticed it and had a smile and entered the house I went inside and wore a t-shirt and towel down, and started having talk with her and she appreciated as the room was clean she also told her husband left the key with his. The Dutchman stared at the princess. "Do you model?" he asked. "Not for artists," she said. "You don't like artists?" he asked. "Not tonight," she said. We laughed. "I'll be good," said the Dutchman. "Otherwise my wife would kill me." "You only paint your wife," said the best of the artists. "The way you portray her, I bet she'd rather have another model pose for you." The Dutchman made his wife a horror, but a remarkably vibrant horror. The Dutchman told her his address. "You won't remember.