She used to work in our house for a long time and i had an eye on her beautiful assets.i always dreamed how to fuck her and how to approach.generally ...when she used to sweep the floor i want to peep inside har salwar and quite often i get glance of her breasts.when she washed clothes or draw water from well i used to stand back her and press her ass or touch her ass with my penis.quite often she looked at me and stare me and becomes angry for which i was never get the courage to approach. After. When she sat all the way down you could not see she was topless. She became so comfortable being topless she did not mind that her bare breast were in full sight often. I thought that is was sexy as hell seeing her topless, but realized it could be risky at the same time. No guy is going to complain about a female being topless but could find the opportunity to sot close to her. ..........One night we didn't hear the gate open and next thing we know a young guy was standing beside the hot tub,. I was sat in a comfortable big armchair and she climbed onto my lap, then stuck her tongue down my throat and fondled my crotch. Rita was not a bad looking girl, she was about my age, and was built more for comfort rather than speed, which didn't bother me any. She had the reddish hair and the pale blue eyes which was typical Ulster. I could taste rum and Coke on her tongue, which is not my greatest turn on, neither was her slightly blotchy skin. Still, beggars can't be choosers, as no doubt. ‘I guess.’ Isabel laughed. ‘Oh. You will be.’ ‘And why do you say that?’ We were to her car now and I placed her box of ‘homework’ in the trunk when she opened it. ‘You didn’t see anyone else offering to help me out with all this did you?’ I smiled. ‘Ah, that’s just because I like being nice to you girls.’ Isabel made a face and I was certain I had just overstepped my professional boundaries. I was mentally preparing to back-track when she shook her head and laughed, opening her car door to.