She was holding up her sari and I could see her bare thighs and ass. They seemed so soft and huge pressing against the closet.She said “I am such a ...bad hostess, I didn’t even offer you some water. It will be there in the refrigerator. Help yourself. Aagh..” she moaned “Oh I had so much pee.” She said smiling.I walked to the kitchen, then I felt the urge to see that ass again so I walked to the bathroom again.“I am sorry, I didn’t tell you my name. I am Akshay.”She released the last drop and got. Only one more thing to go. To Beth this was like unwrapping a Christmas gift. Only more mouthwatering. Beth placed her hands on Lucy's ankles and slowly ran her hands up the back of her naked legs. When she reached the top of her legs she looked down at her crotch covered vagina and began to lick her lips. She hooked her fingers into each side of her panties and slowly slid them down her body. Soon Lucy's beautiful pussy came into view. Her pink lips looked so delicious. Finally her panties. Katherine’s, her friends, or worse still, her mother. She thought about pleading with the thirty-year-old Maths Mistress, but it was too late. Even before she could open her mouth to plead for mercy, Clare had tightened her grip around her waist and had rapped out the first half a dozen smacks. They landed, alternately, on the backs of her thighs.“Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!”Lauren began to shout out and the sniffs, sobs and tears had returned. Clare simply held. I followed Karen’s lead, walking through the narrow hall, past the bathroom on the right, to the big living room at the end of the house. I smiled as the map of her dwelling came back to me with profound memories. "Aren’t you sick of Christmas music, yet? It is almost January," I kidded, noticing her TV was playing yet another wearisome, droning Christmas special. "I started hearing holiday music on the radio in November. It’s everywhere this year. I am so sick of it,"I nagged for no other.