Blog Blogger: HORNY SPANISH FLIES put a hand on her thigh and she looked at his well kept nails, his dark complexion a sharp contrast against her fair skin. It was an intimate familiar gesture. They were man and mistress, whatever else happened she and Tushar knew each other with the greatest intimacy possible between human beings. She looked at him and he put a hand through her thick hair letting it spring back to the sides of her face. She stood up, consciously parading her body for his inspection. His admiration thrilled her and she stretched up, aware of her shapely breasts, her narrow waist and her rounded thighs. She was so glad she had kept her figure. As she proudly went along parading herself naked she realised that she was enjoying her role as the mistress.
