He wanted her nude in his arms now, but also wanted to enjoy her art of lovemaking. In the meantime, she had already moved down & was licking the sens...tive skin of his thigh’s lower part. Her smallest touch got big results from his body now. His erection swelled in his briefs & was dying for her touch but she continued moving down. She sat on his legs with her legs folded on either side.Her sari made the gap & allowed their skins to touch each other, he could feel her panty. It was warm & wet. I was openly panting now, and I just allowed myself to feel what was happening. He was very skilled, and I knew that I was only a few moments away from cumming all over his hand. I could feel him smile against my throat. My hips began rising to meet his hand. He quickened the actions of his plunging fingers even more, and his thumb pressed harder on my clit to the point of bordering on pain. He switched from gently laving my neck with his tongue to alternating between sucking hard and racking. Laughter and shouts mixed with music while food and drink were in good supply. Jack motioned to a chair, I sat down next to him as he handed me a cold beer."How do you like your steak?", he asked."With a cold beer and warm, beautiful women.", I replied."Grab a plate and eat your fill, there's plenty of both. Your clothes are in the laundry room, they've been washed and are ready when you are. I hope you stay for a while, it's just starting to get interesting."Jack sat and told me about the. By many accounts, your naive and trouble-free spirit is bordering on being dangerous. So can it be a combination of things which is making you stand out? Like the wild, gleaming colors in your apparel. Like the short, foxy dress you have on. And surely the fishnet stockings are certainly eye catchers. But even more deviant, perhaps–is your hair–tied with two large, bright loony ribbons on both sides of your head, which lift and prop your strands outwardly in twin ponytail bunches. And I don’t.