The night shirts would drape over and hug her hips, so when she bent over the material would snugly cling to her ample, but firm, ass.o0oAs I pictured...her in my mind I felt a stirring in my groin. My cock was slowly beginning to harden. I ran my fingers along it's length, going over the material of my boxers, feeling it grow. Slowly I traced my fingers along the shaft and over the swelling head, enjoying the feeling of the light pressure. Soon it was pressing tight against the leg of my shorts,. On that day, she was wearing a blue saree. She was looking like an angel in that dress. I entered the upstairs room and turned myself in to towel in my hip. I was thinking about her and how to do sex with her. At that time, there was a knock at the door. It was saveetha aunty standing there. I was surprised. She came inside. At the same time, my cock started rising to 90 degrees. She also noticed that. And so i changed the topic.I asked about her family members and she too asked the same. After. It is an Shakalu tradition to pour gazelle blood over your chosen mate, and I was eager to participate. My thin lipped, puckered, lap flounder secreted large doses of fluid, and was yet to even be touched. Jafu was quite the tease. For hours upon hours he would tenderly lick up and down each of my legs, to my breasts, slowly spreading the blood upon each sector of my aching body. It was nearly midnight now, I arrived at 6pm. His turgid member loomed over my female counterpart. Beautiful things. I was giving Danny a tit wank. Moans, grunts, the unmistakable sound of tits smacking on bare skin, and my frequent dirty talk of "You're so big, I bet all the girls fight over this, give me your sweet treat, do you like my big boobs bouncing on your dick?" were heard quite clearly throughout the house. He began to thrust his pelvis; fucking my cleavage... he was close. "I'm going to cum!" was the only phrase he could muster, and so I quickly sat on my knees, jerking his dick, holding it.