Lowering her clothes to the floor, she switched the shower on. She stood admiring herself in the mirror again – it was becoming a daily ritual now. ...he loved looking at her innocent refection. She felt herself dripping with excitement onto her thighs. She gently wiped away her juices with her towel. She let out a soft moan; it felt wonderful! She put the toilet seat down, folded the towel up and placed it on top. Claire slowly lowered herself onto the thick, warm material. Gently, she rubbed. She wore no belt, so his hand located and unbuttoned her jeans as they kissed. After slowly opening the zipper, he slipped a hand inside, and was not at all surprised to find her thin panties quite damp. She whimpered seductively into his mouth and tightened her grip on him as his fingers stroked her womanhood through her panties. In short order, she broke the kiss and buried her face in his neck, breathing heavily as she again rocked against his hand. Her heavy breathing became seductive. Nidhi, however, had other plans. As obedient and dutiful as she was, as much as she loved her family, Nidhi was sometimes jealous of the freedom some of her friends enjoyed. She wished to experience what it felt like to live independently, without her parents waiting anxiously at the door every time she was even 15 minutes late. Not that her intentions were too rebellious. Nidhi had, upto that point, never tasted alcohol, never smoked a single cigarette. She had decided that she would wait till. I started to move her shirt slowly as I touch her nipples lightly under her shirt but in front of him. She is leaning back on me and kissing me. I am rubbing her tits right there in front of him. As I was rubbing her tits under the shirt I let the shirt move higher and higher, my little finger is helping the shirt along. I am watching him and those unblinking eyes. I decided to go for it and let the shirt go on up. Rub rub wiggle wiggle, kiss kiss. J is gone on her own sex trip now, I have both.