She had good tits and my eyes got riveted on them.She noticed my looks and covered herself properly but after a few minutes again her saree dropped an... her tits were exposed. Again she corrected it. But when it happened again she did not bother to cover her tits though she looked at me and noticed my lustful look at her tits.I was drinking rum and also with my eyes I drank the beauty of her balls. I started to get erection and my cock started to push inside my pant. I felt guilty and tried to. They stopped talking when they saw me and I stood up, not quite knowing what to say. “Hi, I’m Cherry,” was all I could think of. There was a chorus of “Wow!” “Fuck me!” “Ah she’s gorgeous.” Stuff like that. “We’ll be with you in a minute, love,” said one guy who I took to be the Captain. They entered the shower area one by one and I heard the water sprinkle and they returned to mixture of laughter and rough-sounding talk. For what seemed like forever, I sat there looking at those bare walls.. She missed thecomfort of a satisfying teat filling her mouth, and she aimlessly pluckedat the Broderie Anglaise lace around the outer edge of her bib.Jane wandered downstairs about twenty minutes later looking pink-cheekedand glowing after her hot shower, her short satin robe belted about herwaist. She was barefoot and her tawny locks were tied back in a simplehigh ponytail, and she smiled languidly at the big baby in the highchairas she prepared one of Daphne's oversized bottles of milk.. She would tell her mother abouthim and ask her what she thought.Fortunately for Kathrine, while her daddy wasn't practicing his firstlove, worshiping her mother, he was a very successful internationalbanker. The question of money never reared its head in their home life.So when Kathrine mentioned this promising boy she had seen at universityto her mother, her mother's first reaction was to pick up the phone andcall her personal private investigator. He was mostly used for checkingout business.