I rolled over her saree and could feel her boobs. It was firm and her tits were popped up. Slowly I moved her saree and her blouse was an obstruction ...to touch her boobs. She said, “Ahhhh,” and immediately she took my hands off her.She went out to the restroom. Within 2 minutes I also went out. She was standing near the restroom door waiting for me. The first time, I saw her in my lusty eyes. As soon as she saw me she went inside. I followed her and soon I locked the door.I was in a state of. If she's any better than her daughter, Maricar, I can't wait to 'try it' with her," he thought, feeling his unruly member springing to life."Would you think I was a sex crazed woman if I admitted to you that I've been looking forward to this all week?" Yasmin said, with a sultry come-hither smile. "I'm so ready," she said, her soft sexy voice hardly above a whisper in the quiet house.She moved a step closer to him. He caught a faint whiff of her cologne. He recognized the intoxicating. Each shot was followed by a scream, then a number, and finally bya "Thank you sir". Her voice became ever more desperate, her shriekslouder and she trembled continuously, whimpering between shots, apologisingand pleading for mercy. I was just thankful she didn't lose count. After everystroke her breasts dangled helplessly and another bright line appeared on herbum or thighs. To think I'd thought they'd been red before! Finally came thecry of "Twenty, thank you sir." It was over but the sobs. This gave me a lot of confidence… that night neither of us were able to sleep… thinking about each other… and planning our future activities… now the situation became so that we started hating our weekends and waiting whole days for the evening..So that we can finish office and be in each other’s arms… It was just 3 days and she was upset that she had to go for an official trip to Mumbai… the moment I knew this I ran my horses and shared the idea of going together and spending the time in each.