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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 tongue first explored the outer walls and then dived deeper. I felt as if his tongue took over the "Drawing circles" thing from his hand. While at the same time his unbelievably long tongue was doing stuff that was beyond words to express while his other hand, was busy pinching my nipple and massaging my breast. Then, deftly untied the petticoat and removed it off me as I lifted me waist a bit. He then sat by the side of me in the sofa and parted my legs.

He took it off my legs and now placed his hands on the blouse hooks. He inserted his thick long member in me slowly inch by inch. Pinched, slapped and kneaded the tight muscles in the area.

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.

He pressed my breast with such a force as if he was kneading the dough for roti. I could sense a very strong orgasm building up inside me. I could hear the noise his tongue made while he licked me. He lowered me down from the stool and walked me to the sofa. Before I could come to senses, he started undressing me. He wasted no time and pulled down his boxers in one flash and his huger shaft was rock hard.

The brut force felt good too and strangely made me feel wilder. I held his hair tight, partly because I was still standing over the stool and needed balance and partly because I was seriously enjoying it. He let go of the hand that was holding my saree and took it behind me to caress my buttocks. One hand caressing and drawing lines along my butt crevice up and down...kneading the butt cheeks roughly and caressing along the hole softly from time to time .. He loosened, unwrapped and removed my saree off me. He took off his shirt in a whiff and slowly came close to me.

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 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.

He recovered, held the stool with his hands, and got up all the while, eyes riveted inside my saree until he was UP beyond that point and once again, stood at my waist level.

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