Fir jab smooch khatm hua to usne meri side dekha. Jis se mai smajh gya ke aaj wo bht garm ho rahi hai. And maine pucha kya hua. Usne kha kuch nahi and...again smooch karne lagi. But is baar smooch karte hue mai uske boobs press karne lga and she was moaning a bit. Smooch and pressing of boobs were going simultaneously.Dhire dhire hamari bat chit jordar suru ho geyi. Hum rat ko bhi 3 ghanta har roj bat karne lage. Bato bato me ,me use romantic bat karne laga to use bhi acha laga. Mene use puch ki. We started talking to each other and then left to our respective homes. That night I couldn’t forget her milky white thighs and her sexy cleavage. I started masturbating, thinking of her attire at the coffee shop. I masturbated twice that night.Our chats continued for a few more nights until one night when I broke the ice between us. I started asking her about her sexual encounters and slowly about her sex life so far. I got to know she had a boyfriend before, and she had sex with him earlier.I. The boy kept stroking her pussy as her orgasm continued until finally, she pushed him away.Just as her sister’s orgasm hit in her mental picture so did Brenda’s. She arched her back as her orgasm ripped through her, closing her legs tight trapping her hand between them with her fingers still buried deep in her pussy. Her body shook as the powerful orgasm continued. Brenda had never felt an orgasm this strong before and when it finally subsided, she fell back on her bed breathing hard.She pulled. We find life is just a lot better naked, it's not usually a sexual thing”I found it hard to disagree with this sentiment so I sat back and looked out the window, enjoying the sense of freedom I got from being naked in a place that would normally require clothes. After a few minutes of driving on the interstate Mary turned off onto the backroads“ There's often bad traffic on the next section of road so we find it's best to leave the beaten track for a little while” she explainedThere didn't seem.