I slowly placed my hand on her back and began rubbing. She allowed me to touch her and began moaning lightly. I moved more close to her and kissed her...gently on her lips.She looked up and began kissing me. I was sucking her lips gently so that she is comfortable. She was making sound like sssshhh.. in between the kiss.I got more hard because of that act. I made Pushpa lie down on bed. I came next to her and placed my hand on her stomach. She took her left hand and stopped my hand to touch her. I smiled and laughed in response. She looked unbearably horny, which I suspected was the way she was feeling. I slid my hand up her inner thigh, along her smooth skin until I reached her pussy. Her eyes never left mine.“Finger me.”She was delightfully wet and my finger curled into her and searched over the inside of her cunt.“We’re going to have a fun night,” she purred, her body rising in response to my finger.We ate on the small, round table in the conservatory. The food was delicious, as. Since we were both definitely clean, I turned off the shower and we got out. After we dried each other off, which certainly took a while, I took her hand and led her to her bedroom.We got into bed, still nude, when I realized that we had said almost nothing to each other during our entire time together. I've always realized that I don't talk much (read "at all") during sex because it breaks my concentration. Apprehensive that she wouldn't understand, I pulled to me and asked if she all right. Then, the sudden realization sobered him. What if this was the last chance she’d ever have? She sensed his mood shift and stopped spinning to stare at him with concern. ‘Eve, this isn’t right.’ Tim yelled at the ceiling, ‘You can’t do this to us! Don’t you have PETA where you’re from?’ He went on a rampage for several minutes, tearing at the chair, banging on the wall where the door should’ve been, shouting, ‘Let us go!’ along with a stream of obscenities. His companion watched with amazed.