"You're soaked," she said as soon as I came through the door. "Give me your clothes. We'll put everything in the dryer."I had to remove my boots to ge...t my pants off. "Your socks look wet, too," she said, actually falling to her knees and touching my socks. "They are. Give them to me," she said, looking up at me. Her face was inches from my cock and for a second I thought she was going to touch my shorts to see if they were damp."Is that a bulge?" she asked, taking her eyes off my jockey shorts. . I just wonder if you're wearing anything else that's not in the school regulations. I suppose we'll see soon enough.' I walked around them. The sight of these short skirts from behind was even better. I stopped, taking my time. Jenny's head turned to see what I was doing. I had a feeling she would crack first. Now for some fun.'Who said you could turn round, madam?' I barked it out so loud I saw Laura stiffen slightly. Jenny's face was a picture, her mouth a round O.'I didn't mean..' she. He initially hesitated, but then agreed. My wife gave the blouse, and said that she does not have measurement blouse. I asked the tailor to take body measurements. His name was Babulal. He said sorry, as his was a small shop which was open to the road. I called him to our house and gave our address. He agreed to come the next morning.Next day was a Sunday. We were watching Mahabharat, and Shalini was preparing breakfast. She was wearing a nylon gown and was looking very pretty. Then there was a. From there, she sat back down on the futon where I was and pulled me on top of her. It was an all-out war from that point on. Our tongues met, we bit lips. We made our rounds kissing everywhere that we could. My hands were sure to become vagabonds, going from places like her hands and hair to her inner thighs, then to her ass, grabbing so much that she couldn't help but whine a bit. My kisses trailed from her lips to her cheeks, down her neck, then down to her shoulders, where I was sure to.