There was no way this could be misinterpreted and I tensed and started to pull back my own fingers but Chrissy took firmer hold and pulled them forwar... and down, this time slipping under her neckline and more firmly against her skin. She was still watching Anne and I saw that their eyes were now locked across the room. They held their gaze for a couple of seconds and then gave each other an imperceptible nod.At this I watched Annie turn her head and whisper something Tony who looked over at. Tk choda fir wo jhad gai kuch der baad main bhi jhad gya aur uske upr hi let gya thodi der baad me hmne thodi der baad fir kiss start kr di aur fir uske boobs ko chusne lga mera lund fir se khada ho gya maine apne lund uske boobs ke bich me ragda baad me priya bhi tdpne lgi aur maine usko ghodi bnakr uske choot me apna lund daaal diya mai ne apni land priya ke choot per rakh ker ek chota sa dhaka lagaya or mera aadeha land uske chot me ghus ghaya, or mai ne dusra jahtke me apna poora lund uske. . A look at her wristwatch left her frenzied -- it was ten minutes of ten already! Flip-flops -- where had she put them? There had to be something she could throw on -- and, apparently, throw off -- rapidly ... Time was running short; she would need a jacket against the cool of the evening ... Inspiration struck -- a raincoat! Eight minutes ... Naked, she dialed the school, getting the after- hours message. Pushing past to voicemail, she left a message for her boss, "Patricia? It's Janine.. She was wearing a light green transparent saree that showed her midriff. Her deep navel was staring at me. Her matching green blouse was deep cut, giving me a more than generous view of her cleavage. My cock seemed very happy to see her.“Come in” she invited me with a smile, and directed me to her sofa.I was still coming to terms with her transformation. I only knew her as a pious brahmin lady who wore simple sarees that covered her from head to toe, and occasional silk saree. I never imagined.