I creamed my pussy as I clenched my thighs tightly.“Aren’t you going to eat?” he asked.”Oh, after I have fed my Papa,” I replied.”Well, I ...want to feed my darling Bahu. Sit down and let Papa feed you, come on darling, sit by my side, just as you sit by the side of my son. I don’t want Mohit to say that his father does not take care of his beautiful wife.” He motioned to the chair next to him. I smiled at him, bending forward to show him a set of tits he lusted for. I moved my ass before him. I drew his lips to mine, and the memories cam rushing back to me. I was instantly smitten once again. I grabbed the back of his neck, and unlocking my lips I led him into my room. He limped. I sat down with him on my bed, and kissing him we both laid down together. One kiss evolved into a French kiss, and the French kisses evolved themselves into touching each other. There had been this kiss I had been wanting to try for a while, so I spelled my name on his tongue with mine.. She came up on her elbows, "Let's assume you know something about breasts, where they are and what effect they can have. Not for me especially, but you'll encounter women whose tits are hyper-sensitive. So, move your head down there." And she nodded her head down towards her parted thighs.Uncertainly, Peter shuffled his body until he was gazing up at her hairless pudenda."Let's have a naming of parts, with variations. No need to be too clinical. You are looking at?" The pudenda, shaved?" And he. " Now get up, Amanda." Yes Miss Jennifer."I rush into the closet to change my shoes, and find a different wig.I select a pair of calf length black leather boots, with black rawhidefringe running down the sides, straps with silver buckles around theankles and funky heels that taper in the center, then flair out to awide base.I also choose a wide black belt with silver studs, a small Coach purse& wallet, blue silk scarf, and the sexiest black bolero hat I've everseen.I slip into the curly blonde.