Adultery Job Interview of Mrs. Anjali

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“I am removing my petticoat, Raju,” I whispered and started removing my petticoat.  As I got off my petticoat, I realized my pussy was dripping with my juices already as the result of me getting horny naughtly romancing Raju.  My juices had already flown all over my inner thighs, and I wiped it with my petticoat and placed the petticoat on the curtain string.  As I pulled out new white color panties and began putting my legs inside one after the other, and started pulling it up about my knees, and I was about to wear the panties fully, Raju pulled my petticoat off the curtain string.  “Mmmmm…. Love this smell, Anjali.  Just love the smell of your petticoat,” Raju said.  “Raju, don’t smell, it’s dirty,” I said.  “Mmmmmm… nothing of yours is dirty to me, Anjali.  Just loving the smell of this part of your petticoat, Anjali, especially the part which covers your cookie, mmmm…” Raju said.  “Cookie?” I exclaimed.  “Your private part, down there, pussy area, …… let me call it cookie from now on Anjali, as mentioning it as pussy sounds too straight to me,” Raju said.  “Your wish, Raju,” I whispered.  I actually started liking the way Raju refers to my pussy as cookies, so that he can mention my pussy often, I guess.  “Anjali, the smell of your cookies is all over your petticoat.  The same exact smell that stuck on to my hand when I had inserted my hand right inside your saree and petticoat, and inserted it right inside your panties and grabbed your pussy, Anjali,” Raju said.  “It was an accident, and I told you to forget about it,” I whispered softly.  “Anjali?!” he called.  “Yes,” I said.  “Shall I confess one thing?” he asked.  “Okay,” I whispered.  “It was not an accident, Anjali.  When the old man was feeling your ass up, I got jealous.  Since I was in love with you and was dreaming about marrying you one day and making you my wife, I started coming close to you.  As the old man was still feeling up your ass cheeks, “if the old man can feel up my future wife’s ass, why can’t I just touch my future wife?” I said to myself and came to you.  The moment I placed my hand on your waist, I got turned on Anjali, such a sexy waist you had, and you still have.  I got horny and tempted, and at the bus driver applied the breaks, I gathered all the courage and telling to myself that I was going to touch my future’s wife’s pussy, I inserted my hand inside your saree, and inside your petticoat, and finally I inserted my hand inside your panties and touched your pussy.  My God! What a pussy you had, all clean shaven, soft and tender, and even since I started smelling the hand that touched your pussy, the smell of your pussy was stuck in my hand.  The moment I smelt your pussy on my hand, I went crazy, and I am enjoying the same wonderful smell of your pussy on your petticoat now, Anjali,” Raju said.  “If my boss touches your pussy or at least smells you pussy, I am going to be so jealous of him, Anjali,” Raju said.  “Your boss is going to do that as well, Raju?” I asked, wearing the new white panties that fit me perfectly.  “He will Anjali, if he sees you in your panties,” Raju said.  “Speaking of panties, are you done wearing your panties, Anjali?” Raju asked.  “Yeah,” I said.  “Come out Anjali,” he whispered.  “In my bra and panteis?” I asked.  “Yeah, Anjali,” he said.  As I saw him through the curtain, he was rubbing his cock over his pants and whispering, “my God, can’t wait to see you in your bra and panties,” I heard that.