”“Candy would look good in that wouldn’t she.”“You’re wicked.”“No, I’m not. I’ll tell you what, I’ll wear something like that at...home, at least until she gets home. I think I should wear that when she gets home, that’ll wind her up no end.” Marsha collapsed into a fit of giggles.“Does that mean we have to go shopping?”“No, it means you have to wait here a minute.”Andy sat down, trying to collect his thoughts, unsure what the hell was going on. This was getting away from him. He had to decide. So I started kissing her neck vigorously and started pressing her boobs harder. I was pressing her boobs such hard that her nipples were almost popping out of her blouse. She started pulling my hair and I got a green signal for the rough and hardcore way. I started giving bite on her neck and pinching her erect nipples over the saree.Kissing her neck I removed her pallu first. Her cleavage was visible to know. Leaving every thing I just concentrated on that. I dug my face into that cleavage.I. But before I pulled out my phone, I noticed that on our left, hidden behind the palm trees, there was a man who was looking in our direction. Despite the darkness, I saw his right arm move in a continuous motion, albeit nervous at times. At first, I thought that he was behind the trees to urinate, but after I got my eyes adjusted and focused, it was obvious that this guy was masturbating.Then I whispered to Anna, "Hey, turn around slowly to your right, and look in the direction of the palm. He opened the door and I got in. All the old memories of making out with him in his car came flooding back and I started feeling horny. (I will definitely tell about previous adventures with my ex-boyfriend in another story).Sameer started driving and we were talking casually. As I sat, my skirt raised a bit exposing my legs. While changing the gears, I felt my ex-boyfriend’s hand brushing against my legs. I thought it was a mistake because he had just told me that he was happily married with.