She whispered to him, urging him to take his pleasure now if he was close and he finished after a few minutes. As they tried to twine their bodies tog...ther, she asked him about what she’d thought that she’d seen. ‘I was distracted,’ he admitted, ‘or I’d have known that they were still here. I’m sorry for that.’ ‘Do you mean that they were here the whole time? Watching us all of these hours while we were together? Why, Tatsuya?’ ‘I don’t know,’ he said, ‘I guess I’ve got another thing to figure. Do it!" he barked. "You see, I'm not a 'nice guy!' I am sick of you looking down your nose at me and my hot white wife 'cause she is a stay-at-home mommy for our two and a half bi-racial kids while you think you're too good to give my wimpy ass boss even one baby. So, if you want to come as bad as I think you do, that's gonna change."Then -- to my utter surprise -- he scooped me up off the barstool, and lifted me into his arms. I was terrified but aroused -- he was obviously bent on some kind. She quickly sat down in her lounge and placed her legs over the arms of her chair so that she could enjoy her own touch for the first time in what seemed liked eternity.The arousal of her own touch consumed her. Her clit stiffened and bobbed out, wanting - no needing - some of the touch her lips were enjoying. A slight brush of her clitty with her forefinger sent what seemed liked electric shocks through her body. She knew this was going to be one hell of an O and now having full access, tried. Like the previous day, I lifted her saree and petticoat, and her knees were still covered. I poured some oil on her legs and started massaging her.I did it with passion and excitement. I was touching her toes and heels, and she was enjoying it. Slowly, I started moving upwards. I slid my palms down her calf muscles and almost to her knees. I sent a little higher with every stroke and finally touched her knees.She let out a moan. I thought she would scold me, but she kept silent. And slowly, I.