I took her hands in mine though and shook my head. “Let me,” I said and took the hem of her shirt in my hands, lifting it slowly as I gazed loving...y into her eyes. She smiled shyly and lifted her arms for me to pull it up over her head, leaving her in a lacy green bra and her jeans. I turned her so I was standing behind her and wrapped my arms around her, holding her against me and leaning in to kiss her neck and nip at her earlobe.She purred contentedly and her hands found mine clasped over. Rupa was conscious of it and always pulled her saree up and corrected it many times.Rupa then told me she had body pain and a headache. I started being very kind to her and asked her if she wanted a tablet. But she asked me for a balm instead. I asked her to be seated on the sofa while I fetch it. The servant refused it (usually, my parents never let her sit on the sofa or the bed). I told it was fine and took the broom from her hand and made her sit on the sofa.I got her the balm and she. Then, however, she recalled the other pussies that looked more like hers - also like Cat's did - and that not just Cat's had been juicer than those younger, pink pussy.Should a girl who liked cocks just as much have so many thoughts about pussies, she wondered, admitting to herself that she did, at least when she was licking and tasting one, especially one that she knew was going to spurt in her her mouth. The cocks always did, of course, now that she let them and appreciated how good it was. It was as if we read each other’s minds, as our hands both simultaneously wandered south; my hand slid under the elastic of her short shorts, as her hand slid under mine. I felt her wetness cover my fingers as I touched her for the first time. As Nicole's hand slid down into my shorts, coming in contact with my soaking wet pussy, I couldn't help but let a barely audible moan, slip through my lips into her mouth, as I began thinking of all the possible things that could happen next.Nicole made.