I was sure that by now, the lad was rock hard in his trousers, as his eyes took in the sight of me clad only in a black fish cut silk petticoat which clung to my generous butt like a tissue paper and my low neck deep neck sleeveless blouse. Then, standing in such a stance that the lad got a side view, I started unfastening the hooks of my blouse. I gathered my clothes in a bunch and put them on the counter. Desiporn He was a passive participant and I was the one doing all the work, kissing him, rubbing his hair, and of course, dry humping his thigh. I was wearing a Chiffon saree and sleeveless blouse. A few days later, he read another message which Aneeta had written to a guy
