Days passed, She intentionally didn’t wear dupatta whenever she came to the terrace. Once she was spreading some dry sandige on the terrace and she ...adn’t worn a dupatta. Her boobs were popping out and I was looking at her from my room entrance.She got to know that I was looking at her but acted naively and showed more. I was standing there and my dick got attention and was visible. She then suddenly turned toward me and asked what are you looking at. I was shocked and immediately said, . Damn, how lucky am I that it was he. The switch from proverbial shoulder to cry on to lover seemed fluid. It was just a natural occurrence. A mutual need. He sparked my interest, dancing around me, weaving laughter, heat and need. I thought it would be a momentary slaking of lust. It became so much more. Have you ever opened a bit of yourself to someone, and had that vulnerable spot caressed, reveled in? Damn, he was so good at reading me. I loved the way he looked at me. What I saw on his face. It was streaming down her face onto her tits and on his balls. She was gagging and coughing hard on the cock. Trying to get more of the bastard's cock into her slutty mouth. She wanted him to rip her open with his cock and spurt his cum straight into her belly. Tears were streaming down her eyes as her throat got fucked and drilled by Fred. Her hands were on his ass gripping him hard as he thrust freely and fast into her mouth.Fred pulled his cock out of her mouth. Jenna coughed and spluttered. Moving my mouth to your neck, gently sucking and biting as I manipulate your breasts, continuing to rub my now wet slit against your covered ass, leaving a wet trail on the spandex. Feeling you start to move your hips, I take my right hand from your breast and drag a trail slowly down your tummy with my nail, stopping at your waistband, sliding my hand over the top of your shorts and cupping your crotch, feeling the fabric a little damp, squeezing a little bit, pressing two fingers against your.