Mangeskar: Arre yaar! What are you doing! Just stop! You are blotting the whole buildup!Pyaremohan-ji and myself – we both were startled by this sud...den reaction of the director. I thought he was doing it quite okay, especially the second time. He was exerting quite a bit of force.Mr. Mangeskar: Just see the expression on Anita’s face! Its getting to normal! Pyaremohan-ji you are not doing anything so that the rage stays on her face. Seems you are not getting my point! You are molesting a woman…. " Can't I just keep my nose out of the water?" Nope, not if you want to swim correctly. It can be done, but it's actually harder that way. You'll see. Come on, let's get in."Tony spent the next hour doing wall exercises with Rebecca, not unlike one would do when teaching a child to swim. He got her comfortable with immersing her head while holding on to the wall, kicking while holding onto the wall, kicking with her face in the water while, of course, holding onto the wall."OK," Tony said. As I brought my face between her legs, I started with the insides of her smooth thighs, licking them with my wet tongue. Her flesh was so soft and supple that I decided to move lower down – licking the back of her knees and then down to those muscular, yet soft, calves. I must have spent some ten to fifteen minutes just relishing on her legs. All this time the heat within my aunt was continuously building up. Her juices had trickled down thru the crack of her ass and made a large wet spot on. I asked her if she would like some tea or coffee or soda and she selected soda so I took her to my refrigerator to pick out the kind she liked. This is my first friend in my new neighborhood, if you could call a multi-story urban apartment building a neighborhood. We munched on the cookies and drank our beverage. I usually have ice tea in the summer or hot tea in the winter, and I found out her name was Yelsenia. I knew where she lived from helping her with the groceries and it was two floors.