But, being alone in a roomwith dozens of people wasn't my idea of a good time. I got up and went overto her table with my tea.She told me her name was... Asha Ghandi, a very prestigious name. In India,she'd probably never interact with a commoner like myself. She looked to bein her mid to late 30's, with beautiful, delicate features. I have what isconsidered "good color", meaning I am light skinned for someone of my caste.Her skin was a shade darker than mine. She probably took me for someone. They agreed that a five minute spanking was better then spending the weekend in jail, appearing before a judge, being fined and possible jail time. The two went with the officer into his squad car. About fifteen minutes later they arrived at his cabin. “If at any time you want out just let me know and we can take the long ride into the police station.” Both wanted this over with sooner rather then later so they could continue on with their road trip. “OK, remove your clothes.” They both. B? I have been told I have great hands!” I eagerly offered. She looked at my right hand, lifted it, ran her hand along my palm and then flipped it over and ran her hand along the top. Her fingertips were almost electric. “Those are some nice hands Mike. Let’s see if you know what to do with them,” she said as she dropped my hand and straightened her legs. She leaned back on the arm of the couch and placed her pretty feet into my lap. He left foot was an inch from my growing cock.I lifted the. She was the cutest of the three, and she knew it. She behaved outrageously seductive!Roy insisted he would sleep comfortably in the barn. There was a bunk room attached, used by occasionally hired help in good times past. Alma and Ann, with baby Susan, occupied a small unplumbed cottage behind the farm house. Doc’s playhouse. Grandpa built it for her, when she was a young girl. Doc kept watch from the porch! Alma and Ann each tried visiting the barn bunk room alone in the night. Doc turned them.