Moving my hand to between her legs I felt her jerk as I slid my fingers up her slit though the fabric. Holding myself back I kept my hard cock off her... somehow it felt wrong to unnerve her with it pressing to hard to have her right then. I wanted to pleasure her, to feel her pleasure and if the time came then move forward. For now I kept my hand to her pussy and my other still fondling her tit. She was quiet as I rubbed her but her enjoyment was obvious. She kept her head craned back mouth. I needed it.”Monday started with the alarm clock and a refreshed me jumping out of bed and grabbing my shower things. Tracey was again waiting for me and we briskly walked up to the third floor boy’s bathroom.Again, one of the boy’s saw us and shouted to let everyone know that we were there and we saw a few heads and a couple of boys wearing only boxers appear.In the bathroom one boy in his boxers was shaving his face, another was urinating and 2 were in the communal shower. Tracey and I hung. Anwesha kisses me and allows her long black hair to fall into my face. "Pfft! Hair ball!" I joke as we kiss again. The sweat from our bodies lubricated our skin and made the grinding process much more smoother... Meanwhile:Downstairs Saran overheard the loud screams and moans of pleasure emitted from his wife and friend. Jonathan was still busy breeding his wife, and from the sound it she was enjoying every minute of it. He couldn't help but feel turned on by this. Not only was Jonathan. One clip she gave me had a background story to it that blew my already confirmed twisted and very perverted mind. Mary told me that this one clip was a particular favourite of her 14 yeal old son Jamie. Did I hear that correctly? Was this her testing the water with me to see how I'd react to incest? What she didn't yet know (she'd get all the details later) was that as a youngster I'd had alot of incest experiences with my sister. Although 3 years younger than me, she behaved much older. Our.