” I said and ran my hand across her abdomen, gently squeezing her. Sangeeta scurried away from me, giggling.“Stop, it tickles me!” she said.“W...it, let me see if you need to lose weight!” I said and went close to her again.I moved my hand towards her, and let my fingertips run over the contours of her waist and thighs. She didn’t move. I held her hand courageously and moved forward, now her chest was delibrately touching mine.Sangeeta had turned beetroot red by then. She kept her eyes transfixed. His muscles pressing against her throat and face, his hands pinning her hips to the ground. It had been so long since she'd fantasised about men, when she was younger she would see a man in the street or in the supermarket and within minutes she'd have a full blown sexual fantasy built around him. Maybe those days were on their way back she thought. The corn slipped from her lips and she ran it along her sensitive skin, it was obvious that she'd underestimated her hunger, her entire body was. Not only do I have two horny teenagers I teach a group of them too and often I would come home at the end of the day with very wet panties.I have always known that Mary and Tristan were sexually active, after all I do their washing and see the tell-tale signs on their clothes and bed sheets often visualizing him lying there tugging away at his teenage cock or Mary helping him. I have seen the stains on Mary’s clothes too, even on her shirts so she is definitely a chip of the old block.I had a. At first the girls sat on the couch and talked while Bobby returned to the table to retrieve a bottle of wine and refilled our glasses. The wine had lured me into a pleasant, satisfying haze. I sat there watching Ellen and my wife as they talked, but not really listening to the nature of their conversation. I found both women different, but very attractive. “Hmmm,” I thought, “I thoroughly enjoy getting a blowjob from my wife. I wonder what kind of experience I would have with Ellen.”“You.