After a month or so, we would get naked, run outside and he would fuck me in that old shed his daddy had and then let me suck his dick in the back yar.... I liked doing that because the fear of getting caught turned me on and I actually fantasized about being caught and then "forced" to suck every dick..LOL One weekend, He came to my house and told me to come over, I did it after asking my mom and when I got there, he had two friends of his from high school over. Their names were Ted and Wil.. One day I gathered courage (this was during the initial days when we had not started fucking yet) and asked her to put on the sari without the blouse. She was lying naked. When I told this to her I was feeling a little embarrassed but she quickly took the cue and put the sari as I told her. Then she smiled at me and asked me if she looked good. From that day we started experimenting with the sari. My favorite was the malayali style. Well, Bindu looked so alluring in that way. No blouse inside. “You probably need to cum pretty bad right now, don’t you?” His hot breath on your neck is driving you crazy, his hands, pulling your hips back against him, just making the need worse. “You know I’m going to tie you up before you get fucked, don’t you?” He pulls your hips back against what you notice is a very hard bulge in his pants for emphasis on the word. “Y-yes,” you answer, a little more breathlessly “Do you want that?” he asks again, moving your hips back and forth against him . Her mouth was wet and warm. When she moved it up and down on him there was firm pressure that made him squirm, and his breath caught in his throat. She did not move her tongue much but the motion of her head was steady and constant and it drew a keen sensation out of Peter that coiled up tight inside of him, like a snare ready to snap tight. She was not Eve, of course. She was not wild, mysterious, sensual, and complex. But she was a human woman who was warm and alive and wanted, in her own.