I was wondering why you had to go to France to get some titty action..." she undid the buttons of her blouse revealing a black bra and two beautiful, ...firm boobs. I would guess about 36C and a trim toned body. "Miss Jones...that’s a mighty fine rack you've got there...." "Oh yeah, wanna taste?"I swept the things off her desk and lay her on her back, with her body arched backwards her breasts were barely confined by her lacy bra and the clasp on the back easily came undone allowing her. She squeezed her little tits and moaned even more and louder. She reached down and rubbed her inner upper thigh teasing her pussy lips and clit as she kept rubbing. My cock was getting harder and I watched intently. She finally pulled her pussy lips apart and exposed her little love button that was growing by the second. She rubbed slowly at first and then with more gusto. She slipped one finger into her vagina and then two and three and started to finger fuck herself all the while looking. Help won’t be here for some time. The cantonments are under attack as well.’ She spat out an unladylike word. ‘Then we’ll have to cope alone. We managed to bar the doors thanks to Jane. She saw them coming and slammed the doors yelling for help in Latin. The Rajah’s women didn’t understand her so we were able to act before they realised. We suspect that the Ranee’s invitation to so many of the important Englishwomen to see a dancing display and Indian textiles was timed so that we could be. "Well it certainly looks as though you feel that way now." She chuckled, as she nodded toward my groin.I followed her gaze. My jeans were being stretched in an obscene manner by an erection I hadn't even realised I had. Blushing furiously, I grabbed a magazine and covered myself, trying to hide the evidence of my arousal from my grinning mother-in-law.More confidence in her voice now, Gwen spoke softly, "We can either put this conversation behind us and eat the lunch I've prepared," she said,.