It was like swimming underwater in a simmering cave. I forgot about sex, I just wanted to kiss him. I never wanted to stop kissing. At that point in m... life I masturbated probably two or three times a day at minimum. Somedays I just let myself have it all afternoon. Being a latchkey k** and all. So I really only thought I wanted sex, but then I dove into his mouth and never wanted to come out. Light came in through the window and I would open my eyes for just a moment to glimpse him, afraid. I was worried at some point that she would make an issue out of it. But she didn’t. I understood if I could ask she might agree to have sex.One day, I decided on a strong will to hug her from behind on the terrace. It’s an evening, and it’s getting dark. I went up to the terrace. I went straight behind her. She was wearing a saree that was wet and was showing her exact round figures since it’s tucked below her navel. I thought of hugging her but then my body was hot at 100 degrees in tension to. Instead I’m hooked my fingers and hit her g spot easily. I stroked it as slow as I could while she watched the hot mouth fucking in front of us. With my free hand I went inside her bra and tugged and rubbed her hard nipples. “Do you like watching others fuck while you got three fingers inside you slut?” I hissed. (Yes, I love it and wished I could suck on him too while you fuck my pussy” was her reply. I really started to finger her harder and faster now and pulled out her nipple a large. The straps from her high heeled sandals wound their way up her tanned calves. She was heading back towards the Copacabana Beach.I tossed a couple of coins onto the table to cover the cost of the beer and headed off around the block in the opposite direction. By the time I got to the street at the back of the bar she was just emerging from the alley, following the route she always took. I followed her. She had to squeeze past my truck, I'd parked it with the wheels on the sidewalk. As she drew.