I saw karan's eyesstaring at my bulge but i ignored. Then I wore the petticoat, the sandalsand the blouse and then the silk red lehenga over the petti...coat. I am a straight guy but the feel of the silk and feminine things made mefeeel uneasy and i guess i was enjoying it. Before the dupatta, Karanstarted making my face. He first made me wear the Bun wig. then heapplied a lot of liquids on my face and then he applied eye shadow,liner, Blush-on, Indian Bindi, red Lipstick and made my cheeks red. Missy snorted in a breath of air through her nose, and pushed. The head rammed the back of her throat, then slipped down past the base of her tongue into the very top of her esophagus. Still she could feel three or four inches of cock exposed to air. Gulping down the saliva built up in her mouth, Missy forced her head forward. She felt the huge organ slide down her throat, until her neck bulged with the outline of the man's penis. He put his hand down to her neck, tracing the outline with his. “A lot,” I replied.“Good things?”“Yes,” I confirmed. “It was brilliant.” I cursed myself for using such an out-of-place word. She took my hand and pulled me down to the bed. We lay back and kissed and caressed, my hand making straight for her knee and then up. Up Mrs Turner’s skirt, along Mrs Turner’s thigh until I touched Mrs Turner’s panties. I stroked her gently there.“As I was saying,” she said, visibly enjoying the attention of my fingers. “I haven’t had much… variety in my life. It’s very. "Well, you needn't worry. Very few people around here socialize much, most are secretive, so you shouldn't be unsure of yourself. In fact, you're the only person around here who's caught my interest in a while - because you're so young, I mean. Ahah... because this place is littered with the older crowd, is what I really meant!" She replied, pretending to make a little mistake in what she had meant, to see how he'd react - a MILF looking for a young man? Just being kind? Playfully flirting? She.