She was tall, thin, big breasted lady with a wheatish colour. She was dressed in a long light blue kurta with buttons at the front and a pyjama unlike... the south Indian who traditionally wear saree. I climbed down the steps and looked around and saw that no one noticed my exit. I approached the car cautiously and noticed that the entrance of the car was not facing the Temple. I went around the car and she had kept the car door was kept open for me. I entered it and shut the door firmly. The lady. I was on the heavier side -- not fat, necessarily, just not slim. So I changed my diet, and started an exercise routine. And by the start of my senior year in high school, I noticed changes. I was more fit, and much more toned, muscularly. People at school noticed, too. So I kept it up. By Christmas time of that year, I was in great shape. I don't like to toot my own horn, but I was sexy.The thing that crossed my mind the most about being in good shape, was 'I can't wait for Jill to see me!' I. I lean in, kissing down your neck and chest, my fingers skillfully undoing your belt and pants until my lips find the very tip of you. Slowly they envelope the head of your throbbing cock and my tongue swirls around the rim of your head. My foot gently rocking back and forth as the top of my toes cradle and rub against your balls and you squirm beneath me begging me to take you all in as I toy with you... just barely lightly teasing the head of your pulsating cock. Your hands find their way to. I put up a token resistance, as seemed to befit the situation, before stretching my leg out along the counter top. It was pretty uncomfortable, and in the end I was almost laid out on my left side along the counter, supporting myself on one arm, left leg dangling down to the floor. Satiated, he squat down again to resume his good work, but paused unexpectedly after taking hold of my knicker gusset in the previous manner. I could actually see him better from this angle, and I swear I saw him.