She returned again and told me to remove my bag and keep it on the other sofa. I did as she said. She then came and sat on my lap. Her back was just c...ntimeters away from my face.She then started talking, “ How old are you?” I said that I am 21. She was grinding her ass against my crotch. I was getting pretty hard by now. I’m sure she felt it. She turned and gave me a naughty smile. She then held my hands and took them towards her breasts.She pulled down her saree and placed my hands on her. Catherine, knew the risks and her heart was in her throat but if she did not take care of her needs, she may actually pass out into a coma and die. And so, taking her chances, she didn't take any time to warm up and slid two of her left hand's fingers in. The coldness of her fingers caused her to shudder. Her pussy was wet, tight, hot, and really itching to be fucked. She started out slow to see whether it would attract, no one had noticed. She slid one more finger of her left hand in and began. What made it even more difficult was that some novices found it almostimpossible to resist the desire for their boobs to be stroked, licked orkissed. The ones with self-control, like Ryan, gritted their teeth andtried to stay as still as possible. But others wanted to be touched andwere all too happy to return the favour. Even if denied by their partner,they would take every opportunity to press tight up against the body nextto them and sensuously move against it.The worst of them, by far, was. I grabbed the soap and told Cat to turn around so I could wash her back. I did so, using the slipperiness of the soap to help me massage her shoulders and back.I soaped her down, then wet and soaped up two washcloths to use on her. The roughness must have done the trick because she started almost purring. “mmmmm. That feels good.” I scrubbed good her from behind, from her neck, down her back and her firm ass cheeks, and down her legs to her ankles, and then got down on my knees and had her.