She waited for Sam to public understand her predicament and perhaps leave. She also noted the curious look in his eyes and followed their gaze to look at her own chest and boobs. She gasped when she saw that her nipples had hardened and were poking right out of her blouse. The whole area from below her breasts down to six inches beneath her navel was fully open, with the smooth, fleshy curves forming a gentle fold around her waist. The fold was very arousing and Sam’s artistic mind visualized a picture of how beautifully that waist could be photographed in various flimsy costumes. “I’m sorry Mrs. M, I should have knocked”, he stuttered. “I came to help you dry your hair”, he said. “You came to hand me the dryer or to help me dry my hair”, smiled Manya at his confusion, forgetting that she had not adjusted her saree pallu. “Well whatever you say Mrs. M, “said Sam, surprised at his own boldness and struggling to control his erection. Manya looked so delectable and sexy on the toilet seat and the delicacy of the situation added to the lustiness. Manya looked cursorily at his crotch and smacked her lips. She also liked boys who fumbled sometimes. They looked cute. Here Sam was not only cute but the look of pure adulation in his eyes was touching. She understood the effect she was having on him with her lewd posture. “You can dry my hair if you feel like it Sam,” she said much to his amazement. Sam took up her offer and went behind Manya, dryer in hand. He activated it and turned the blower towards her jet black hair. Manya made no change either to her sitting posture or her state of dress. She was still sareeless at the top, displaying her full breasts and stiff nipples very generously to Sam, as a reward for his effort. Sam’s dick came into near contact with Manya’s head when he bent and ran the blower, holding her thick hair in his hands in artistic appreciation. The artist in him really rose to the occasion. He could have carried on doing it forever and nearly got lost in his job. His dick hitting the side of Manya’s face jolted him back to senses. It jolted an already aroused Manya too. She was finding it extremely difficult to sit idle with all the throbbing in her pussy, which was halfway into the loo. Her hand was placed at the lowest possible level on her abdomen and Manya was amateur pained that she couldn’t reach upto her now dripping cunt. The pressure of Sam’s dick occasionally on her face was not helping matters at all since the horny housewife was once again getting driven to desperation. Her breathing turned heavy. Sam’s hands were now fumbling with the dryer and whenever he looked down at the beautiful woman sitting below, her rising bosom and broad hips drove him to madness. The dirty posture, the unflushed toilet, the unwashed pussy and the horny mother of his friend, all made up a mindblowing source of dick tension for Sam. He switched off the dryer and caressed Manya’s head. Manya was asian indeed waiting for some such initiative. She always did wait for the man to make the first move. She hated saying no to someone with initiative. The moment Sam shut the dryer, she dragged his hands over to her full breasts and mauled them over his hands. She unhesitatingly reached below her body and yanked out her saree all the way up to her japanese waist. Two hours of fondling and squeezing had left her all hot and bothered and the moment had come to extinguish some of it. As Sam’s hands kneaded her breasts in steady rhythm she moaned out long and ardently. Sam understood the absolute need of this well mauled mother. Infact it was a wonder how she was able to take all that robust treatment voyeur and brazen exposure in the morning. • Desires She dove under the bed while I grabbed her shirt and jeans and threw them at her. Part 08 She chuckled and in short order we were naked, getting into position. She hadn’t flaunted her body in years but dammit she was doing it today! Okay public well tell me what do you mean by losing yourself? When he arrived home, he saw a light on in his backyard and went to investigate. As dinner time approached, we decided that we have had enough fun for the day and headed back home. “A little bit. Before continuing with what else japanese I witnessed on these recordings. She looked at me, hoping I would put a stop to this. To his disbelief several explosions shook then destroyed more than half the fleet. And the worst part was that it wasn’t from making a mistake, it was from simply being herself. I grabbed my backpack and coat and made my way home. Next she slipped her thumbs in the band of her panties voyeur and pushed them down her legs, kicking the fabric into the same pile as her shirt. Off to one side, a black archway, from where the breeze was emanating, led into the unknown outside. “I’m sorry,” he said. “Mr. Secretary? 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