And then Art began gently feeling out my pussy through my sheer pantyhose. And of course, just like all the other girls I knew, I never wore panties u...nder my pantyhose. I mean, thats why theyre called pantyhose. Right? I said, intentionally overemphasizing the word panty, in the process. Right, Ray quickly agreed, nodding his head. At first, I was shocked! I couldnt believe what Art was doing. This definitely wasnt the Art that I knew. During the months and months that we had made out with each. It took two to three weeks to build some kind of freshness with her.One day when again I went to Bank, I went to her cabin, she greeted me and offered me cup of tea which I readily accepted as I thought this would give opportunity to talk to her.I asked about her family, her husband is also in the Bank but in PATIALA and comes on weekends. Her child is in Hostel doing Engineering.She asked about me I told that I am bachelor, then the lucky day came. It was about 7 PM , I saw her in one store. They were rich also. I tried to get their attention in every possible way, they also liked me and tried to have conversations with me. Soon we became friends. We used to hang out together. Abhi had a toyota fortuner. I and abhi went on long drives in it. Once we went to a deserted place. I was wearing a blue top and black denim shorts. Those shorts ended just below my ass. We went outside the car. Abhi tried to kiss me there. And as I told that I am a slut i responded him.He then pressed my. My chance to fuck a mature for the first time had vanished. I picked up the paint she had left behind. A brief exam on this object denoted a cracked glass, on top of it, the frame was broken too. The portrait had been badly damaged at the center area where broken glass had hit the moment an unusual force had pressed on it. Motionless and embarrassed by this calamity, I grabbed the package to get it off the plane, it was no mine though. The moment I got to the baggage claim, Carmen was gone..