As now she was sitting in her blouse and her petticoat, revealing such a beautiful slender waist and pretty cute belly button. As surely as my eyes were trying to still peek in her clothes, this time it wasn't just mere pervertness, but this time it was a pretty deep and passionate and well-thought-out feeling, as her face was brimming with pinkness as she spoke. "Ok! So tell me about the time when we first got comfortable with each other. What did we talk about? As this question will strip my blouse, and if you won't be able to tell it, then the saree will return to its position!" Hearing it surely made me wonder about what we actually talked about, but I remembered pretty blurrily, as I spoke, "We got comfortable with each other when you caught me peeking at you while you were teaching, and we joked about it while you teased me very much about the fact that I was checking an old lady out!" hearing my answer surely made her eyes open widely as she spoke "Old lady! How harsh, brat—you even remembered my words this clearly! See, I knew you could only get comfortable while doing such stuff. When you answered other questions, your tone was mostly like you were guessing, but when there was an answer related to your pervertness, you quickly answered it. Ugh, fine, I will strip!
Seeing her strip and hearing her words surely even made me chuckle and think that she has a fair point. Well, she unhooked her blouse, and I saw a pretty, gorgeous, and great-textured bra in it. Seeing her like this surely made me wonder just how she even maintains such beauty. Well, I guess that's what we get after clearing the trials of beauties: we get booties! heh-heh, well, it surely is pretty great but her face was purely looking like a cherry blossom, as I guess she must suggested this game because she was hoping that I must have forgotten about her and she can just sob about Well, she was right about it, but you see, this father only loves giving pleasure tears to his beauties, not the tears of sorrow. Heh-heh, I can see that the incoming future will be pretty tight!" As she took a deep breath, trying her best to not look in my eyes, and spoke with a disbelieving tone, "Brat, don't enjoy this much, as now the next question is, and it will remove my two pieces of clothing directly; one petticoat, and the second will be yours. So here's the question: tell me how many times you asked for sex with me!" Hearing this question surely shook me to my core, as even I don't know how many times I even asked her about that. Well, surely we got comfortable with each other after two days of her joining, and she was with me till the twelfth. So we clearly spent at least 3 or 4 years together. So I can't even calculate, so guess when a logical approach doesn't work, start using an emotional approach, as I took a deep breath and started speaking in a really spoony way: "Oh, ma'am, you still remember those moments. I thought only I thought about them, but it is good to know that you still think about those moments, and maybe you must think that you shouldn't have let me leave, like, just drop on a bench and start stripping me, tie me in ropes, fulfill all your fantasies with me, tease me, or exploit me!" "Oh, ma'am, I didn't know you were this much turned on by me. Guess if I would have tried a little harder, then surely I would have gotten something nice!" Hearing my strange and embarrassing comment surely forced her to imagine those vile and steamy things, as her face again started to get red as she spoke in a confronting manner: "Brat, just answer the question. Don't implement your vile imagination on me. Of course I don't think of them like that, and just tell me, why are you trying to make me feel that I was the one who was offending you? It was you, pervert, who was always sneaking peeks at me for the entire 4 years. You brat didn't even let me take a pee in peace in school; you were just roaming around me the whole day, and now you are trying to put the entire blame on me. You sly brat, you are just the same as in childhood. Even when you were saving me back there, you were just looking at my figure, and even when talking with me, you never looked once in my eyes. I am screwing you, dickheaded pervert!" Well, surely hearing these wonderful words from her mouth surely made me sure that my mom is truly with me, with the same attitude as me. So heh-heh, now it is time to bend the entire game in my As I spoke, "Oh, ma'am, you want to make me remember those moments of pleasure with you. Oh, there were more of those moments than I can count. How about we count them together and increase the count of that together, but be gentle with me!" Hearing this surely started to make her insanely wet and unable to talk, as her whole face was flushed in embarrassment. She couldn't believe just how slyly I was implementing everything on her and trying to take her burden with me. As she began to complain, "Hey, that's not fair. Give me a proper answer, and what do you mean by "be gentle with you, you brat? You are making me feel like I am the offender here. You truly are acting like this. I truly want to kill you some day!" hearing her like this surely pleased my heart, as I spoke, "Well, it is fair, as you didn't classify if you want it in exact number or just an estimated number and how are you going to kill me, like squeeze me those massive jugs or squeeze me in these thick Now don't complain and strip already!"