A woman I’d bet was more than a casual acquaintance.’ I stepped outside. ‘Anyone I’d know?’ She considered the question and slowly nodded. �...��You didn’t hear this from me. I don’t want to cause her any problems but knowing her husband I can see part of the reason she’d be interested.’ She glanced behind her to make sure we were alone. ‘He was making goo-goo eyes at a woman that night and she was giving the vibe back in spades. Ask Dora Fletcher where he might have gone after the dinner,’ she said. . she's a very lucky little slut. If she's good I might let her kiss you and find out”. Then I shift my gaze back to her and command, “Look at my woman. You've never seen something so fucking luscious have you? And you just KNOW how dirty she can be. And you want her don't you? You want my little panty whore and you're willing to do anything to get a taste of her. Be a good little slut for US and maybe, just maybe I'll let you get a little taste of her. Do you think you're slutty enough to earn. Priya was tired.We dried and Priya wore nighty without any inners and lied in the bed. I changed to my shorts and T shirt went near Priya and sat near her and started to press her legs as I know it would be paining from hips and calf muscle. Priya gave a sigh and she said thanks it was a good relief.Around 1.15 Priya got up and she was fresh and asked me whether I had lunch. I said I was waiting for her. She said come let’s have lunch. We had lunch and we were sitting in the sofa she told me. That delicate little hand." "Here, let me undo your jeans to give you some freedom," she said eagerly, "and it gives me some freedom to reach in..." "Oh, fuck, yes. Set me free Jessie." he groaned, just as a cell phone rang out loudly in the meadow."Damn. Phone call. Sorry," she murmured.He laughed out loud. "No fears. I'm here." He gathered up some of the picnic remains, putting them into the basket, as she sat down against the old oak. After about two minutes she put her phone down and cried.