She had brought an extra Dupatta with her to cover up her body. . She had done a sensible job. She carefully put the Dupatta on her body. in such way ...that they covered her breasts and as if that she was wearing it. One little end portion of Dupatta she gave it to me. Now I understood that why she brought it. So that no one can understand what was going on inside the covered area and I can also do my job very finely.She came close to me and sat in such a way that I could feel her left soft. Then we started kissing and fondling each other. We were kissing deeply for a long time. We were exchanging our juices. I kissed all over her face. I was biting her neck and she moaned. I was licking all over her face, her ears, neck. I was biting her nose and her lips. We were tasting our lips one another.We kissed for more than half and hour. We were on the floor hugging and kissing each other. I couldn’t control anymore I carried her and throw her on the bed. I jumped next to her. She hugged. That day we have exchanged our numbers and said goodbye. I left for my home as I live single. In night I messaged her some good joked and she replied after some normal chatting I said good night and that night I couldn’t sleep because her eyes was so deep and paining that I decided to fill her life with joy and happiness. Sorry I forget to mention her name vishnupriya. But I always say only priya.After some days she became frank with me and we started chatting little dirty .In night she used to. It was, simply, a question."Because," I started, slipping into the autonomic response mechanism that my mom's warnings had instilled in us. "How To Deal With Breach Of Trust: 101", a primer for good girls in the event of a pervert incident. The trouble was, all of my mom's lessons assumed a lack of reciprocal interest and I wasn't sure this applied here. "Because it's not right," I managed to say. "My mom wouldn't..." Forget your mom," the older woman said, sliding ever so slightly closer to.