The rain apparently had halted his progress from making it to the next village along the rode. He had been forced to turn off and come to your cottage...While he explains all this you could care less as you marvel at his charm and politeness. While most men speak at you treating you as an inferior he speaks to you. When he removes his pants you try to turn away but find you can't. His member is hard and inviting and you can't at take your eyes away from it. Taking you hand he guides you to the. Now, it was like a ghost town with windows all boarded and trash in the streets. It bore mute testimony to the absent owners who no longer needed worldly goods to attest to their success in life. She paused at the circle where the children used to play with the fountain that still flowed with mountain stream water piped in for only the birds to play in with their flapping wings and beady eyes.She noticed that the roads were almost empty in sharp contrast to the years when she had visited them. I grabbed the hem of my nightie with both hands and pulled it up lifting it over my head and threw it on the floor. My heart was pounding sitting naked in front of him. He stood motionless staring at my breasts. “Don’t you like them?” I asked. I looked down cupping my breasts offering them to him. He knelt beside my bed and kissed me. “We shouldn’t be doing this; I shouldn’t be doing this” he repeated. He placed his mouth over my nipple and started to suck, with his hand he fondled my other. So when she bent down I could see her huge cleavage.I often tried to make her bend down to pick up something or other. I would enjoy the view. And when she wore saree she looked damn hot. She would lift up her saree while she cleaned the clothes. Even if we had a washing machine she preferred cleaning mine and her inner wear by hand.I could clearly see her panties and when her pallu was down I even clicked a few photos of her. I sneaked up on her when she bathed through the window. She had.