I wanted something more daring and bold. I thought about taking her dancing with a short flowing skirt, but I really wanted her essentially naked; and... I really wanted people that we knew to see her. The good thing was that I could tell that she really enjoyed being exposed. What I came up with was to get her a thin linen dress. We tested it and when dry it was almost perfectly modest. You could see the outline of her areola if you looked very closely and of course you could see the point of her. This was early morning, before scheduled work. I was in the office, talkin’ with my brother-in-law, askin’ him to try to do somethin’ to ease what was goin’ on down on the floor, but not gettin’ anywhere. ‘If she’s going to fit in, she’s going to have to do the fitting in,’ was all Jack would tell me. And as much as I hated to admit it, I knew he had a point, that what he was sayin’ was reality, even if it wasn’t right or fair. ‘Well, at least get us a shift supervisor,’ I said, being as. I ran my hands up her bare legs below the woollen shirt. Finding no knickers in the way I was able to caress her lovely cheeks, savouring them, cuddling them as I pulled her back towards me. Then I tried to undo her shirt buttons but my trembling fingers refused to cooperate leaving me unable to undress her. She did it for me, now standing in front of me quite unselfconsciously. I took one of her already hard nipples and suckled it delicately, my hands once again holding her backside -- feeling. I got up and hugged her …kissed her….she also undress myself and we entered their parents bed room. I got the first French kiss of my life there from my own bhanji. I love u …I love u ….was the only sound we could produce. I took her to the bed.I throw her to the bed. I got her melons and started pressing vigorously… she was crying ….slow…slow ….mama it hurts…. I told wait let me suck these beautiful nipples … it and I sucked both of them for 10 min or more. Then I told her to suck me she.