Gradually, she made her through the room, talking with the various people she met along the way. She drifted from group to group for most of the eveni...ng, talking and charming all she came in contact with. While she went from person to person and group to group, she made sure to tour the exhibits as well, taking in the rich history represented in the rooms. She ended up by a replica of King Tut’s sarcophagus talking with a small gathering of acquaintances when she heard a voice behind her. Her. My hands now go inside her panty and start squeezing her soft ass cheeks. I trace the ass crack line with one of my fingers. Anjali let out a soft moan. I won’t give it to her so easily. I love teasing her.I looked into her eyes with a naughty smile. I made her turn around, facing the wall. She wanted my touch. So, she started pushing her ass back and squeezing her boobs against the wall. The wetness on her boob was making a stain on the wall. She kept rubbing it all over the wall.I hug her. After finishing all the work in the kitchen, and settling all the things on the dining table again, I went to my room. My son was already there in the room. “Ronald go out of my room for a minute, and come in when I call you,” I said. “What happened?” he asked. “You will know,” I replied and he left feeling a little disappointed. I quickly lit the candle in the room, put on my stockings, and put on all the essential things including condoms, lube, and baby oil on the nightstand. I put on my. You’ve waited this long, another ten minutes won’t kill you. She pulled a compact from her purse to check her make-up. She had never been so nervous in her life. She smoothed her waist-length, dark red-brown curls and checked the light make-up she wore before snapping the case shut. A quick check of her clothes—a dark red satin shirt, the top two buttons left undone to give a tantalizing hint of her generous cleavage, an almost knee length black skirt made out of some kind of light material.