Every passing second felt like a hellish eternity and she fought back tears of utter frustration and helplessness as time slowed to a crawl.She tried ...o keep calm, used breathing techniques from yoga, but the minutes dragged out like a knife and it felt like a rioting city was pushing against her body form the inside. And then the sense abated. For a moment she felt utter relief, but then she felt the warmth on her thighs, smelled the salty, earthy scent and heard the piddle on the tile. She. He has me by the waist and he is holding my skirt trying to edge it up. By now his cock is so hard and hot that he is so eager to be untied. He asks me to untie him and I leaned over to his ear and say wait a few minutes more. I slither off of his lap with my legs spread and down one of his legs. He can feel the heat cuming from between them. I un-do his pants and he lifted up and I take them down slowly as his cock pops up, I rub my tits down his shaft. I’m leaning into him, he can now hold. She turned her gaze back to the road. Goddammit. Why did he still have to look so good, and why did it have to take him so long to finally learn to communicate? “And, on top of all that,” she grumbled, “my ther****t is on vacation.” Trent just smiled to himself. He’d missed her. A mile or so later, he pulled into her driveway and parked to get out. He walked her to her door and followed her inside. ‘Well, thank you for the lift, Mr. Trent.’ she said, as she dropped her keys and purse on the. This continued for a while. Aravind did not care my presence because we were always free among us. Smitha and I moved closer even in front of him. Kissing and fondling was often routine. With Aravind also both of us cuddled him even if he was grown up like a man.I would tell you one or two incidents to show how close and friendly,we were living in all respects.On a Sunday morning we were relaxing in our bed room after break fast. I was on the computer. Arun was reading Sunday Express on the bed.