Maine bathroom ke darwaze se andar jhaankne ki koshish kari, par zyada kuch dikha nahi.Unke bed par unki panty aur bra padi thi. Unko dekh kar to mera...lund dheere-dheere khadha hone laga. Fir main unke room ke baahar aa kar, unke bathroom se baahar aane ka intezaar karne laga. Mujhe laga tha ki wo towel mein rap hokar aayengi, par wo bilkul nangi hi baahar aa gayi thi.Kya scene tha wo. Unke upar-neeche hote boobs ko dekh kar to meri pant mein tent hi ban gaya tha. Maano abhi mera lund pant faad. She had also lost her cherry somehow in the meantime. After feasting on her tits for awhile, I decided I would return the favor Terri has bestowed on me in the theater. I began by licking all over and under her breast. Then I proceeded to lick down her tummy, dipping my hot wet tongue into her navel and continuing down.I heard her gasp and felt her suck in her breath when my searching tongue touched her crispy cunthair. I sat up and threw back the covers, placing each hand under a leg to gently. He leans off my lips just enough to see what I’m wearing below, a matching thin black lace strap.He pecks my neck and nods, reaching back for something. I frown as he lifts something to my eyes, a pair of scissors. I frown, glaring at him. “Don’t you dare.”“You think you have a choice?” His voice is still hot and I still hate it but I hate now over how it makes me feel. How it makes me want. Want him.The scissors go down, the point pressing against the fabric and what is behind it, teasing with. In the afterglow of my own orgasm I started to try and make sense of what I had seen, but before I could organise my thoughts, there was a soft knock on my patio door, it was Sari. She was a vision. She had changed into a short white sarung tied just above her waist and a tight, short, white halter top which left a couple of inches of her slim midriff and navel exposed, the white material contrasted exotically with the light olive skin of her bare arms and shoulders. As she stepped through the.