Now, I was suddenly nervous. I covered my breasts with my hands, but Mr. Damon pulled them down again. "Keep dancing, Chloe," Mr. Compton intoned fr...om afar. "You look stunningly beautiful." In the mirror, the half naked girl agreed and continued to dance. My sense of innocent euphoria returned. "Take your skirt off, Chloe," Mr. Compton said in a husky voice. It never occurred o me not to. I slid the zipper down and seductively danced out of my tight little skirt. The body of the woman. Hum ek dusre ke bina reh bhi nahi sakte the. Hum ghar mein pura din nange hi rehte the. Ek-dusre ki baho mein rehna, bar-2 organs ko touch karne bahot achha lagta tha. Hug karte waqt malmal jaise sharir pe hat ferna mujhe bahot achha lagta tha.Hug karte waqt uske nange boobs mere nange chhati pe mujhe bahot ache lagte the. Ek din humne decide kiya ki hum apni-2 fantasies puri karenge.Mom – O maderchod, sun, tu mujhe apni sabse gandi fantasy bata.Me – Tum tatti karte waqt mujhe tumhari gand. It took all my willpower not to jump on Jess there and then (that top of hers was in a state of glorious disrepair again – oh jesus, those tits!) but I managed not to. I figured that would be a bit 'caveman', which isn't how I like to think of myself. She wanted a coffee anyway ('wake me up' she said) so I went to the kitchen and made her one, came back and placed it in front of her on the table. She smiled. "Thanks, sweetie." Seeing that she'd made herself comfortable on the sofa, I took one. I put my arm around her neck and she responded with that trademark look. Shyness combined with sexiness is how I would always describe it. We indulged in small talk till the drink arrived as I did not want any interruptions after I got going. She asked about my life and I enquired of hers. The tall glass of juice arrived topped with a huge slice and plenty of floating pulp. As the waiter left, Srila sipped and then gulped half the glass and said it tasted good. She offered some to be and I.