The gown was open enough for me to see that she had put on a nightie that I’d bought her for our last holiday,something a little bit sexy which she ...sually brought out when she was feeling naughty. His hand was inside that too, very gently stroking and tweaking. It was so sexy, but I knew that I wouldeventually stop them - but just not yet! Now and then she shuffled herself to get more comfortable, but this also had the effect of loosening the belt on her gown. Soon it became unfastened. And yes, pretend seen the world all bright eyed and bushy-fuckin’ tailed. But really, each peachy little Gillian out there has something unique and special about her. And if you watch very carefully, letting her weave her web day after day, you may just observe the predator trapped in her own snare. And then my dear reader… well actually, let me rather tell you a story. A story about the Gillian I knew, the Gillian we all know. I met her at a party. I was somewhat, shall we say, buzzed, and. “Aunty, you look really pretty in this saree” he said trying to cover his embarrassment. I was really turned on that day.On the same day, my husband had to work a night shift, so he left around 8 pm. After sometime I heard a sound outside. It was Amir, my next door handsome neighbour returning from work. I wanted him so bad that day.I slipped into the same saree that I wore on that morning. I called Amir for dinner at my house that night after 9pm. He resisted at first but agreed. He knocked. Alexa is going to be there." Wow. Sounds like they're an item." Yup. Her parents, luckily, know about her and they're cool with it." That's good. Not to mention rare." Yup." She was slipping back into the clothes she wore yesterday. "I don't want to spoil my appetite, but I'm going to the café to get a cup of coffee. You want?" Love one. Can you get me a bagel or somesuch, too?" Sure." She kissed him and left. She returned a bit later, with the coffee and bagel, and they chatted a bit..