Nipples were tight but he did not touch them. He stared in her eyes and he pulled petticoat from its top cut so hard that it got tore open. He bend an... lifted her on his arms.“Madam, aap phulon /flowers se bhee halki ho….”He said that she is lighter than flowers. She was about 60 kgs of weight and he was 65 kgs but he did not let her feel the strain he was feeling. He moved around drawing & living room for 2-3 minutes . She had crossed his neck with her both hands and had pressed one breast. She couldn't imagine how I was going to shoot my cum down my throat. I began, that evening by stroking my stiff veined cock for much longer than usual. She fingered herself silly while I worked my miracle. I wanted my balls to be bursting when the time came. She was squealing as we both neared orgasm. She finished herself off and screamed at me to do the same. I asked for her help in getting my legs over my head. As my hips rose to a position over my face, she smiled and figured out what I was. She kept her eyes shut, not wanting to look at Birch or Mr. Smith, not after they’d seen her like that. Birch pinched her arm. “Up you get. Sort yourself out, then come downstairs.”Emi sat up, aware of the wetness between her legs and on her inner thighs. She cleaned herself up, taking as much time as she dared. Her body was calm and satisfied, but her mind was not. She made her way reluctantly downstairs. The living room was empty, but she could hear sounds from the kitchen. Birch was. I stared at her, and when I briefly glanced at Caitlin, I noticed she was staring too -- her own nipples making points in her tank top.Unbidden, Riley returned her hand to my cock and fisted me, pumping slowly. I watched as she stroked me, her fingers magical on my cock, her grip strong.“You’re so ... hard,” she said, her first words in a while.“You make me like that, Riley. I’ve been hard almost all the time I’ve been around you this week.”She blushed, and I felt her grip get a little tighter..