“Wait a minute, I’m not done.” Lisa protested.Susan did not say a thing, but gave me a funny half-grin face of surprise, embarrassment, and lust... Realizing I was not helping ease the tension, standing there silent as if I was still a voyeur in my room. I gave her a big smile, and said – “Oh please don’t stop now.”She relaxed just a bit and then looked at my thin gym shorts with an enormous tent in them. I took the clue and grabbed my dick through my shorts and began to stroke and tug on the. “I told him that I would like another c***d” she was watching me for a reaction, but I just kept a straight face and listened. “I think I was testing him, because he had a vasectomy, about eighteen years ago after our son was born. He said that with his two daughters from his previous marriage, that three was enough, he felt that it was time he lived a little?” and listened and watched Tracy as she told me all this, I felt flattered because she was sharing something so personal.“anyway, he flat. "About five. Maybe a bit later," he lied, and made a point to arrive backat the flat at half past three. Letting himself into the flat quietly hecrossed the hallway and just as he was about to open the door to thelounge Dylan appeared at the kitchen door, mug of tea in hand.Ryan hadn't quite known what to expect, but whatever it was it had notbeen the good-looking girl standing in front of him, a look of shock onher face.She was wearing a white sleeveless t-shirt, black bra straps. She didn’t even know how to kiss back. She kept her lips closed.I pushed Divya towards the kitchen sink and made her sit on the slab while I continued kissing her. She slowly learned to reciprocate. She opened her lips gently and let my tongue enter her mouth.She was sweating profusely now and streams of sweat flowed down her neck and my hand slid on her back. I could feel the wetness on Divya’s kameez from behind. I pushed her more and lifted both her hands up.I slowly pulled her kameez up and.