Our legs crossed each other. My hand was all over her back and ass. After a while, she did something. She kept her hand on my cock.I stopped kissing a...d looked towards her. She, at that time, inserted her hand into my pants and started rubbing my cock. It was a green signal. I made her sleep on her back, climbed on her and removed her top. Though it was dark, I could still see how beautiful and perfectly sized her boobs were.I played with them, bit them, and played with her nipples. Sushmita. We mimicked each other's tenderness and roughness.She finally sat up, cupping my balls with her hand, rubbing them, gripping them. She looked at me with a hunger in her eyes, like she was a feral cat.She said: "Get out of this car and fuck me on the hood."I was shocked at the suggestion and at hearing the word "fuck" from her mouth, although by this point, I should have realized that if my dick got in there, anything was bound to come out.I opened the door immediately, and tried to step out. . . Transparent pink night pahni hui thi jis me un ka bra or painty clearly dikh raha tha…….. Wo under ane ko invite ki or puchi aise kya dekh rahe ho………. Mai bola ap to mast pari lag rahi ho………. Itna sexy lag rahi ho mai bata nahi sakta…… Boli chalo dinner karte hain…… Wo chicken or fried rice diya dinner me……… Mai dinner kiya…… Fir thori der bat kiya or aunt boli bat hi sirf karna hai ya.. Bed room me bhi kuch karo ge…… Mai hasne laga… Ham bed room me chale gaye.. Bed room me jate hi mai un ko. My regular routine (in real life) is to wake up well before he does, then lay there wishing he was horny like me and longing for him to wake up wanting to take me. No such luck ... ever. Very often I'll let my mind and hands take over. I touch him with one hand (which doesn't rouse him in the least) while I get myself off with the other while thinking of my latest naughty fantasy (which I've now begun turning into stories). Anyway...I couldn't resist the urge to touch myself while my son's.