Bharat lal jaanta tha ki bahu ne blouse ki neeche bra aur petticoat ke neeche kacchhi nahin pahni hai. Ab vidhi n utaare hue kapre le kar aangan mein ...dhone aa gayi. Bina kacchhi ke bahu ke chooter chalte waqt zyada hil rahe the. Kapre dhote hue uska blouse geela ho gaya. Under se bra na pahna hone ke kaaran bharat lal ko bahu ki bari bari choochian aur nipples saaf nazar aa rahe the. Bahu pair mor ke baithi thi. Petticoat uski muri hi taangon ke beech mein phansa hua tha. Bharat lal mana raha. She was sure she had several years on him. But he was youthful and fit; not a big man, she looked directly into his eyes. His size had probably kept him from professional sports. She watched as he rattled his fist again. The coach took a step closer and extended his hand, opened his fingers. He held two chestnuts. Melanie abruptly went all weak inside. “Are... are those mine?” “Yes,” he said, and tucked one up under her nose. It smelled like animal, a barnyard. He dragged it down across her. ”“Okay, I’ll give it a go.”We got out of the car and I wandered towards the site with my nipples and clit tingling. I hadn’t a clue what I was going to do other than take my clothes off sometime. It wasn’t long before a man saw me and shouted,“YOU SHOULDN’T BE HERE GIRLY.”I turned and looked at him and started taking off my school tie and blouse. I dropped them on the ground and walked on with just my bra on my top. I heard the man shout,“HEY GUYS, COME OUT HERE.” More men came outside so I. She looked at me. “What?”“I was enjoying listening to you and glanced around just enough to realize that I wasn’t the only one mesmerized by your beauty. I’m grateful for your presence.”She blushed. “Have you been listening or just looking?”“Both. With you, there is no ‘just’ ever involved.”Now, she was really blushing. However, she was smiling also. I basked in the warmth of that smile.I paid and tipped. We left for the Garden of the Gods.We arrived at the visitors’ center. We looked at.