“But if I had known you wanted to see some sexy underwear, I would have brought you along to go shopping.” She sat on my bed, leaning forward so a...bit of purple lace was visible below her shirt. My cock got a little harder and I stuttered, “Uh…” “Look, I’m not going to tell anyone.” She said. “I’m not mad and I don’t see any reason anyone has to know.” I just stared in disbelief. “Stop being such a dork and sit.” She patted the bed beside her. I sat by her and she placed her hand on my thigh.. Saroja said “its postman.. So don’t need to worry Sethu.. No disturbance…”. Sethu repeated the same thing again while letting her in the bathroom. Saroja giggled and continued doing her work of putting the clothes into the bucket across him. During this time Sethu feel her excited boobs and nipples often pressing against her fabric material.When she was done they carried the bucket into the courtyard and arranged the clothes on the cloth line to be dried. It was hot summer afternoon and when. Don't turn around". Those are almost the only words spoken by either of us.I press up against you, with my erection against the crack of your bum. You tense your buttocks and move ever so slightly, suggestively, signalling that my contact is welcome. I reach around and cup your breasts in my hands, feeling their weight and your nipples becoming engorged. As I massage your breasts, you reach behind you to massage my erection and I know that you want to feel it inside you. We move to our left. "She shuddered. It wasn't an objection."Both cavities," I added, building the suspense. I was trembling myself with the knowledge that there was no way for her to keep me from exploring her most intimate depths, not that she wanted to. Drawing my left hand back to the crack of her ass I slid the right down her tummy to cup her pussy from the front, pressing down the curls, my middle finger breaking a trail through the forest to nestle in the hot, slippery crevice between her inner lips.Her sigh.