Me to pehle hi upper gaya tha to unki rah dekh raha tha. Meri sexy mami bhi jathse upper ayi or boli time bahot kam he jath se karlo jo karna he vo. M...ne door lock kiya sidha unme toot pada bhuke sher ki tarah. Unko divar pe chipake unko bada smooch de raha gha or hathse niche chut ko sehla raha tha. Mene dusre hath se unka blouse khola or unke mumme dabane laga unki sanse tej ho rahi thi to mene unke upper le lips ko choda or sidha unki sari upper karke panty jhatse nikali or niche ke chut ke. My hands are around his neck and I arch my head back and softly moan. I feel him stop and I look down at him. ‘You make me so fucking hot,’ he says. I lick my lips and pull his face to me and bite his lower lip. He pushes me down onto the bed and unbuttons his pants, letting his jeans drop to the floor. I can see how hard his cock is and become overwhelmed with my need to have it, to feel it in my hands, my mouth, my pussy. I sit up and look him in the eye as I feel him through his boxers, feel. I cant tell you more..But since you are insisting, Iam telling you. I want to kiss on your saree which is hiding yourround shaped breasts and want to hide my head between those twomountains and then kiss them for more than 15 minutes and then comedown to your stomach and kiss your navel..I want to kiss your nakedstomach and rub my face on it and then come down to your thunderthighs..I want to kiss between your thighs and burry my face betweenyour sweet thighs..and smell your body sweetness. Entertaining. Fun. She sent a visceral horniness flowing to my balls. But the comfy personal warmth I knew with Martha and Ronnie, and even Anita, was missing entirely.By eight-thirty I returned to Martha's. She wasn't home. I brought a cup of tea and a pack of cigarettes with me to the front steps of the building. I lit up and sat and waited. I said aloud, as if Fiore were there watching me, "Yes, I know: exactly what I'm not supposed to be doing." I finished the tea and brought the cup.