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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.
He was quite well built and would have been in his early twenties. Then, I remembered the purpose of his coming to our house. "you are almost dry now ", was my passing comment while leaving the hall.
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.
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 eagerly fetched the cloth and stood by my side grinning like he is waiting for the next command. I noticed him dropping his pen (purposefully I guess) and left the hold of the stool briefly, and then bend down to pick up the pen.
I was suddenly very conscious of my nudity underneath the saree and saw him lift his head up from his position below, getting an unhindered view of my shaven, now glistening pussy.
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.
My left breast was completely off the pallu now and the sweaty blouse could hardly contain the pointed fully erect nipple.
I told him that I needed to clean the fan as it is quite dirty too and switched off the fan, Placed the stool underneath the ceiling fan. I continued cleaning and looked down to see him get a great view of my navel.
I climbed over the stool and told him to fetch the dirty cloth as I forgot to pick up before mounting on the stool. His face was actually only inches away and I could feel the hot air from his breath brush the base of my belly. I had to stretch my hand wide, away from me and part my legs wider too, when I started cleaning the first blade of the fan in order to reach till the tip.
He inserted his finger inside my now totally moist pussy and it went in completely. I gripped his hair very tight and released myself as I jolted.