Oh my God, the thinnest possible silky night gown with black lacy bra covering her boobs and nothing else, total naked body showing through the fabric..., she stood in front of me.I quickly stood up on my feet jumping like a robot not even remembering that the towel was not well wrapped and tucked so there it was, the towel fell to the floor around my ankles and I was more naked than her face to face completely mesmerized, hypnotized, spellbound, entranced and all else you can imagine.Before I. An off-shoulder tank top made Rashmi’s hot body irresistible to touch. No one could say that she was my stepmom. With a 34-28-36 figure, Rashmi looked like my girlfriend.I was all of 5’11”, about to complete 24, and she had just finished 30. Soon I heard the unmistakable ‘shick-shick’ sound of sharp scissors through thick hair. Rashmi had grown about 9-10 inches of dark hair since I’d seen her with chin-length bobbed hair in Delhi.Three inches removed from the bottom, the Latvian stylist. She was stylishly dressed with a long wool cape and fluffy scarf. Her head was bare and her hair was dark red, auburn I suppose it's called, like a chestnut horse's mane.The other woman was a good bit younger and frightened blue, actually shaking. Her lower lip quivered, and I was afraid she was going to cry. "Get back in the carriage," I said to her. "And be quiet. We won't hurt you."She looked at the men in the deep ditch, and George yanked her toward the steps, pushed her inside and closed. Anil was already ready to step out when his mom stepped out of the bathroom. Only a towel was draped over her body. Anil thought he should use his force, remove that towel, pin her to the bed, put his cock in her, and fuck her like a wild dog. But he wiped out those thoughts again. Thanks to his conscience.He just let that be an eventful morning. What if he forces himself on her and doesn’t even get handjobs and blowjobs after that? He wanted his cock in her mouth more. He wanted this after.