I put my two hands on her shoulders and frankly told her that I was feeling very lonely out here as I was alone here and I wanted to be a bit friendly...with her. Saying this, I pulled her towards me and hugged her. She gave a shy look and said, “Please, don’t do that. I am afraid someone might come to know about all this.” I reassured her that there was no one in the flat or in the room and we were only the two of us and this was the chance to get close together. Then I tried to kiss her on her. A 48-inch bust on someone my size means that my boobs stick out almost as far as my elbows. The result is I cannot cross my arms over my chest to cover-up. I just can't reach that far around. Yet, I still have that reflex. Only when I do it, things get squeezed out and up, or down and out, or this way and that, any of which totally defeats the purpose of doing it in the first place. In this case, my arms went under and the spandex tube-top rode up until it just barely covered my nipples,. I slowly started removing the sari on her bosom and found out that half the blouse was already open. I took this as green signal and slowly started licking the boobs. And in no time, I was sucking her nipples and biting them which made her shout my name many times even though quietly. She was hugging me tightly and then wrapped her legs around me with me on top of her.Her moans woke up my cousin and there we were, in front of him and me sucking his mom’s nipples. I winked at him and he also. Baby . . . ," he croaked between hissing breaths. "I'm . . . almost . . . there." He was giving it to her slow and easy now, just letting his rigid cock slip lazily in and out. Jess sighed as the tension drained out of her. Her pussy was slack and wet and the slow thrusts felt good; she knew if he kept it going like that she would come again. She felt his cock thicken before he came. He groaned. She felt it throb and believed she felt the heat of his wad despite the condom. She had a brief.