The madness of viewing women’s butt on their clothes made me mad and I started to lack behind in studies. Even in my house I used to stare the shape...and sexiness of my mother’s butt. I thought that I could molest her butt on her saree and taste the smell of her butt and lick it. But how can that be possible as I was very coward of asking any woman about having sex with me. I even started to stare at the butt and breasts of old women moving on streets. I even started to hide in bathrooms of my. Read something else Christy says. So asjohn continues reading I find myself feeling a weird sensation. I tell them I'll beright back. I go to the bath room to check myself. My pussy is wet and throbbing like I'd been diddling myself for 20 mins. I can't believe this. As I reach down to feelmyself I can't help but rub my clit. I cum in a matter of seconds. WOW! I think to myself. Christy knocks on the door. Can I join you she asks. I open the door. My legs are still twitching. As I go to walk. Probing gently with the tip of his finger, reaching underneath to the top of her cleft, one finger slowly and teasingly followed the crease up and between the globes of her sweet ass. He repeated the stroke a few seconds later, and again, and yet again.As he observed the slight twitching of her hips Robbie smiled to himself and continued his stroking, being sure to probe just at the top of her split, noting the beginnings of throbbing in the bud of her clit. Gradually, Trey's hips now began a. Jesse felt the eyes of neighbors and passers-by. She tried to ignorethem. She knew what they saw. Her skirt lay comfortably over her roundupper thighs. Concealed beneath, she could feel the cool leather of thebarstool pressing against her glutes. Under the skirt, a sheer layer offabric barely covered her modesty and pulled tight between her cheeks.She wore a tight, sleeveless shirt which followed and pulled tightagainst her breasts.Dark eyeliner accentuated her round, innocent eyes. Her lips.