I finished showering and toweled off a little then stood naked in front of a fan in the middle of my small apartment living room. My windows were wide...open and the curtains were drawn back as I stood in the window semi playing with myself as I watched people walking just outside my second story window on a very nice autumn day.I found a pair of jeans with holes in the knees and started cutting away the crotch area. I removed the zipper section and all the pockets.... leaving just the button. He had me now and he knew it. The pleasure I was feeling was too great to make him stop now. I did nothing to stop him when he lifted my bikini top to expose my small breasts and erect nipples.“You have such small, sexy tits,” Justin told me as he played with me. “Your nipples are so dark and perfect size for the size of your breasts.” Justin ran his other hand up my stomach and over my breasts and I let out a moan of pleasure when the boy took his thumb and forefinger and rolled my hard,. Hating to break her mood, I leaned forward and kissed her forehead, gently reminding her, ‘We have to cut the cake, sweetie.’ Kiva snorted, her hands resting on my neck, ‘Fuck the cake, I want you. Now. Between my thighs, fucking me unconscious. I don’t want to leave the bed for days, I want to lick food off of you, suck honey off your fingers between moans, tell me what a good girl I am while you fuck me like a whore.’ ‘Dear, as much as I’d like to… and I’d really like to, the ceremony’s. Last month I had volunteered for an NGO. They took us to some rural areas on weekends. We would teach the native people to write their names, Basic alphabet and arithmetic and so on.. Sonal too volunteered on the last weekend of the project. We had lot of conversation during the journey in which I behaved like a total gentleman keeping my responses very limited. Somewhere in my heart I just wanted sonal to give good feedback about me to my wife. The little bit of crush that I had on sonal.