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He was treated with a wonderful view of my bra-free breast juggling while I was cleaning the second blade.Armed with the knowledge that I am devoid of any undergarments and my body had already given its approval via the erect nipples and glistening thatch below, he made the next move.
It now reached the base of my petticoat resting squarely at my creamy white thigh.
His index finger started drawing some weird circles on my thigh with some pressure, while his face was innocently looking at the fan.
He shook the stool gently and quickly said ..."Madam, the base of the stool is not good.
I shall hold you along with the stool to be safe...” With that his left hand was on my foot. And muttered an aimless "Thanks" to him, tried to clean further... Within a few seconds, I felt his hand creep up a bit. I felt his hand creep up on my bare leg and rest on the knee for a while... One side of my brain was screaming to warn that I am at the 'point of no return' while the other half was already lulled and taken over by needs and desire.
Together, the sound of the rain and the beautiful old song playing in the radio reminded me of my husband.
I stopped cleaning the hall for a moment, walked over to the window and gazed out.The disappointment in his face was apparent a he was thinking that my little show had come to an end, but I had other plans for him and decide to tease him some more. I lifted my hands to clean the fan while he was holding the stool.I came back to the hall with a dirty cloth and a stool. I had left the pallu free flowing over my shoulder on purpose, so within seconds my pallu gave way and moved a bit in the mid rib section exposing my bare tummy completely.The room was so much charged with sex at that moment, the silence from me, was taken to be a roaring approval. In this brief conflict, the needs overtook the reason and I continued to clean the blade while was enjoying the feeling of his hand on my thigh.His hand was soft but firm and was creeping up inch by inch.He was dripping wet and his hair was clinging to his head. He was drying his hair for a few minutes while I went to the kitchen for a cup of tea for him. " With that, I started mopping, without waiting for his reply.Tags: Adult Dating, affair dating, sex dating