At last, my dream lady came. She was wearing a beautiful red saree.I was awestruck seeing at her beauty. I complimented her many times. We went to som...e restaurant for lunch. We started talking about family matters and routine things. After lunch, we went for a short drive. I said she was looking sexy in saree.She opened up about married life. No enjoyment in life as her husband go to the showroom and comes back late at night. No regular sex life. It was now at 7 pm. She asked me whether I have. Next came the bra. It was lacy and it had a rose in the middle also. Nomatter how many times I dress up it still takes for ever and a day tosnap my bra. It's hard to do it when you can't see the snaps. Finally Ihad it snapped and I was now ready to get dressed. First I put on thepantyhose. I put them on ever so gently so not snag or to get a run inthem. I still get chills when I wear pantyhose after just shaving mylegs. Next I slid the briefs up my legs. They were red to match thedress. Then I. ”“Ah, I see. Does that mean you’ve had trouble keeping your fingers out of your little pussy since my slave had her tongue in it?”Wendy’s blush got deeper and she couldn’t meet Gretchen’s eyes for a moment. She finally lifted her head and asked, “Do you always talk about sex that easily? It seems kind of weird.”“Come here, dear. Stand beside me.” She held out an arm, beckoning the nervous young girl to move beside her. She could see the trepidation on Wendy’s face, but waited to see if the girl. “I lay beside him and he stroked me and fingered me” Urrgh! Probably too much information for a mother, Fred! “And then I rubbed him too.”“Well, I hope you cleaned up thoroughly and didn’t let any of his stuff inside you on his fingers. But I’m really glad you enjoyed it. He does seem a considerate boy” I was hoping we’d cleaned up properly too. I would hate to become a father with an underage mother without having actually taken the girls cherry myself, I thought. They carried on talking.