Since you got these...”His hands cupped my large breasts and I let out a little involuntary moan.We took a few moments and basked in the post-coital...glow. Being with an older man was so much different from being with guys my age and my head was spinning. I could hear the waves gently colliding against the shore outside his Malibu beach house and it was an interesting juxtaposition to the nervous turmoil I was feeling inside. Then his voice broke me out of my deep reflection and brought me back. His work on her nipples quickly sent heat rushing to the juncture of her thighs, need and moisture pooling to dampen her thong. It had been so long since anyone besides herself had given her pleasure and she panted in need and enjoyment.A hand left off playing with a peak to skim down her stomach and beneath the waistband of her shorts and panties to tangle in her damp curls. Her gasps and sighs turned into a long moan as he found her clitoris, dipping lower to gather some of her moisture to. When she had asked me what my fantasy would be I told her that I would love to watch her with one or more well endowed black guys and be allowed to film and take pictures of the action. Again she wasn’t too sure but as we spoke about it we agreed that if she could have her fantasy first then she would consider mine.We drove in silence and eventually arrived at the pub which was to be our first stop and I pulled into the car park, the car park was quite well lit but I chose to park in the far. We were into friendship like two person one heart. We used to share everything and like other teen age people, we mostly used to discuss about sex and politics in our college. Because of our Indian tradition or you can say it as a cultural impact.We hardly get any chance to mix up with girls especially in all small towns in our country. Frustration and helplessness were killing our high urge to have sex and at same time we were so excited all the time about fucking and sex gossip about any.