They broke from the long hug. Pooja had to push herself back to get back to stand comfortably.Granny had pulled her in a tight hug. As she tried to do...it she got off balance. She stumbled and accidentally she placed her hand on the newspaper which was covering my bulge. Her hands rested on my dick. But she did not realize it and again to raise herself she had to apply pressure.She unintentionally pushed my dick down. My dick was hot and firm and it hurt me badly. I could not control my pain and. They were right on the line, but more arousing than painful.Completely arousing as Harry alternated hard and soft swats and made little circles right at the junction of my thighs, right on top of my pussy. He had his other hand under me on my boobs, and his hand was big enough to cover both nipples. I don't know if he was actually trying to do anything, but he was pinching and moving and caressing with one hand while he applied the other to my pussy and my cheeks.I came again, hard, crying, my. I nodded in affirmation. As she was lying with her yellow bra with some flora designed on her yellow panties coupled with that cute little belly piercing on her not so flat but alluring tummy (the type of tummy I like the most) my hormones where just raging and my bloodstreams where just fuelling my 6 inch fairly tanned indian cock to just pounder her with this 6 incher at my arsenal. But all again I just controlled my emotions and just sat quietly until we finally broke the silence after we. ..I actually was athletic and was always reasonably good at the things that I tried, but I just found using my head rather than my body to be much more rewarding. I never really felt like a guys-guy, but I am not sure I felt entirely like a girl either, it was more of an asexual view of my own gender. I was always attracted to girls and cant think of a time where I honestly felt I was attracted to a guy. I hadnt really considered gender all that much and so it wasnt an issue but always felt.