Her lips were soft and the taste of her tongue was like honey. Her hand was stroking my hard cock through my pants. I had my hands on her huge tits, i...plants, but who was I to judge. We reached a point where I was about to cum in my pants from the extreme intensity. We broke our grip from each other and straightened ourselves up and walked back into club. One of her friends approached asking if she would help them with something and so she had to leave for a bit. She leaned in and her tongue. So I quickly moved all the boxes and bits into her car boot, and a few minutes later Mrs Jones reappeared dressed in her blue blouse, but now also short knee length blue skirt and high heels."Okay let's go!" she smiled climbing into her big black Range Rover.I climbed in beside her, and we were soon off down the road, and even though I've seen Mrs Jones naked many times before, I still couldn't help but stare down at her tanned toned legs as she drove."So did you miss me?" she asked. Me: Hahaha! I’ll do my best!Chloe: Don’t worry, I’ll talk her out of it!Rose: No chance!Me: You girls do whatever it is you do.Chloe: See you later.Rose: One hour! Tops!Me: Hahaha!I’m not sure if Rose is simply curious or she wants this so bad because it’s about sex. She doesn’t look like it but I think she’s a real nympho! It’s good that Rose is insisting on this ritual thing. So I don’t have to! I thought Sunny was delusional, that she was talking nonsense. She’s not!I was walking in my dorm. Good, God! Some girls are just blessed and are horny at an infinite level. Not talking about the grooves would be like breaking the law. The grooves on the waist, if you feel them with your palms around it, I can bet your rods gets hard.And the view of the navel in the midst of these grooves and the generous cleavage when she gifts mankind when she wears a saree makes her comparable to Aphrodite herself.Complimenting the 26ed waist, the sumptuous 36 ass makes her wild. I won’t talk about the.