She said we do this many times. What’s the problem? Then I gave her a long kiss on her lips and pressed her boobs also. Then she said, hmmm ye ganda...lagata hai. This feels dirty. I said they might have done some like this and more. Hence her mom punished her. Then I added that this kind of things are easy to do at home with own people than with strangers or bf. Within home, no one objects and we feel good also. Then she smiled and said, ek baar karake dekho. Can you do it once again? Then again. I smiled as our kiss continued and decided that I could play the same game, I ran my hand up and down her milky thigh, only occasionally slipping it up her dress and rubbing the back of my hand over her moist lace thong. She moaned into my mouth and pushed my pussy against her hand. “Cruz, stop teasing!” she said breathlessly between kisses. I pushed her up against the wooden side of the barn and slid my hand into her lace thong. Just before I could get my finger into her delicious wetness, a. After the scream faded, Emma let out a noise I have never heard from her before. It was a deep, almost guttural, moan that seemed to come from the depths of her body. Jason started to slowly fuck in to her. She moaned as he pulled back, then moaned longer and louder every time he sank back in. "Can you hear that mate? Can you hear your wife moaning? She's loving it isn't she mate? Listen to her." Nothing he said was said nastily or unpleasantly. He seemed like a good guy and he was right, Emma. At my retreat cottage a day later.I am sunning myself while fly fishing on the adjacent river. I hear a low growl from a sports car as it comes to a halt on the lane; just idling. Having no neighbours or friends that know of this place, I’m annoyed at the upcoming disturbance. The gravel crunches under the car’s tyres as the driver decides this is the place. ‘Oh shit. Company’.Bobby appears around the building. One arm clutching groceries against her bosom, a bright smile and her other hand.