Her eyes never left his as if she was both challenging and pleading, here I am take me. As I sat I saw a discerable change to her vagina. She looked s...wollen, pinker with a flush of red, there was a sheen to her opening and a bead of liquid had run down into her anus and was starting to form a small puddle. Not looking at me but directly locked onto his eyes she said to me, ‘Why dont you go and get our clothes, and take your time?’ I sat momentarily shocked, and she repeated her demand, only. "Zoya, please. Those churidars! You understand. This is the age when you should be bold. Sure chiuridars or salwar suits should be worn but only for outings. Not at home. You should wear revealing clothes now. Not when you are in your fifties and sixties. And let me give you some more advice. If you want to keep your marriage rollicking, start wearing revealing clothes. Shorts and spaghettis. Short skirts and no bras. And don’t bother about who sees your tits. Believe me, it turns men on like. Adam Belmont.’She tilted her head and laughed a laugh that was light insound but rich with wickedness.‘What’s so funny?’She brushed a long, dark tendril from her face andtucked it behind her ear.‘I’ll tell you later,’ she said. She set down the drink.‘Perhaps at my apartment?’‘I…’Her smile widened. ‘Yes?’‘I wasn’t trying to get you into bed,’ he said quickly.‘Well, maybe at some point, but I swear I didn’t comeover here to imply that tonight I wanted –’‘Take it easy, shy and flustered.’She was. Her leaning on the railing, arms almost straight rolling her hips against me as I slid in and out of her, admiring the sight of her ass and body pressed against me. In the end, it was the look on her face that drove me over the edge. I mean, her cunt squeezed me hard and fast, pulling and tugging at my orgasm long and hard, as I fucked her doggy style for all the world to see, but when she turned her head, crying out with her eyes shut and lips parted, I lost what little control I had left. .