But he wasn’t going to waste the opportunity. He quickly placed his arms around her, taking her by her waist, pulled her towards him, and kissed her...back.They both kissed hard, chewing each other’s lips, biting in between, pushing their tongue into each other’s mouths. They did not want to stop. Ayush put his hands on the top of her breasts, squeezing them as he kissed. She moaned at the sudden touch of another man’s hands on her body.He almost ripped open her blouse, feasting his eyes on her. She turned her attention to her skirt, hitching it up while she danced round in a circle. The song on the radio changed, something with a slower tempo, and she used that as an excuse to draw out her movements, stretching them out, turning every twist of her body into an elongated tease in its own right. As her skirt drew up, he caught a flash of white flesh at the top of her stockings, contrasting with the strap of her suspender belt. Again, once she’d allowed him to see so much she turned her. “Ready for me to blow you” she said.My surprise must have been obvious because she said to me teasingly “What? Don’t you want me to get on my knees, unzip your pants, and take you in my warm mouth?”I looked around slightly confounded by her actions. We were in her living room with her parents sleeping about 30 feet away. “What about your parents?”“They sleep very soundly. We won’t wake them as long as you don’t scream when you cum in my mouth.”I groaned. I knew that it was dangerous and stupid,. We decided we would let our hair down and maybe try different partners if the opportunities arose. She was quite keen that I should have an experience or two with men, although I wrinkled my nose at the prospect, but went along with it. So there we were on our first night at the welcome disco. I was made up to look at least 18 and looking at myself in the mirror I could have been even older. Mum looked great but I had to be careful not to call her that but Sarah during our time here. Her.