. Mmmmm... yeh... lick it .... oh fuck...yes... YES ... " . I hear my wife whisper to her put these in your mouth and shut up . I peek over the top of...the booth wall the woman has her dress pulled up and a bright red crop of hair is between her legs with arms under the girls t-shirt massaging her breasts. The moaning is quieter now but continues encouraging my wife with her whimpers. I put her burger back in the paper bag and put it to one side i guess she will eat it later. After a few more. I crawled up and started kissing her neck, but was surprised when she whispered, “Please, don’t go too deep.” I nodded into her neck as my fingers started exploring her breast, figuring she didn’t get much out of penetration.Her full breasts were delightfully soft and she moaned as I started stroking them. “Harder,” she panted. “Squeeze them like you’re kneading dough if you really want to get me going.”Not wanting to disappoint, I squeezed, letting my fingers sink into her pillowy flesh and. “Bhabhi, I called to ask you whether you’d like to come to the beach tomorrow? You promised me to go a few weeks ago?” replied Vedant with an excited voice.“Of course I do? But I don’t have a bikini right now.”“Don’t worry bhabhi. I’ve got the perfect bikini picked out for you. Just drop by my apartment tomorrow morning.”Savita put the phone back on the table and grinned mischievously. The mention of the beach brought back fond memories to Savita.“I haven’t been to the beach since my Goa. It doesn't generally take much, because I love him and I love.... well... sex with him."The doctor (I'm not sure if he was one, but he was certainly acting the part) said, "What if all it took was him snapping his fingers?"I was confused and must have looked it."I mean, what if he had the ability - call it magic, if you like - to snap his fingers and instantly make you want - no, need - to have him fuck you immediately?"The question hung in the air. His use of the more frank term punctuated the.