Heather’s legs kept moving, ever so gradually shimmying her jeans down. I moved my hand around to the front. That almost did us in, as a loud moan e...caped her lips. I froze, though Heather didn’t. There was no sound from above besides a few creaks from the far end of the house.I was just about to slip a finger into her panties, when Heather stepped back in an instant. Disappointment surged in me. Before I knew what was happening, she’d undone the knot in her shirt and was standing over by the. That meant a smooth fronted blouse, with buttons in the back. The skirt hooked, rather than zipped, but it was still easy. Stockings, of course. I had too much respect for my feet to wear turn of the 20th century style shoes. I was visiting Julian, so the bustier was mandatory. None the less, I brought a garter belt and bra. This was purely for changing at Julian's shop.Christine helped me with the skirt hooks and stocking stays. Then, I asked her to go start the car. As she walked away I. Next day she came very early and when i reached she wished with very different tone and style even her body language was changed there after, she stated to be more open with me and most of the time while working her sari is to slip and her white big boobs is to be seen by me but i never had any such intentions. One day she went early as her Hubby was going on tour, i permitted she went, i finished my work by 8.30 PM at office,i was alone while she called me to know weather i left office or not,. “Oh, my,” she stammered, her eyes locked on my crotch and the blatant bulge that was all-too-readily apparent. “I’m sorry,” she murmured, “I shouldn’t have come. I don’t know what I was thinking about. It’s just that I don’t know anybody here yet, and… ” Christine looked as if she was about to cry.She was unsteady on her feet and I could smell liquor on her breath. She had already had a few - just to get her courage up!Kiska realized that this stranger wasn’t a threat to me and took a cautious.