She told me everything about her. She told me she is married and her hubby is mostly out for work.( back of my mind I’M Like JACKPOT) I asked her if...she was free this weekend we can go to a movie, tiger Zindaa Hai was playing. She agreed, we met, booked our tickets and went inside it wasn’t so full coz the movie was playing for lik 3 weeks now.So as the movie started she put her hands on my thighs. (I knew I wasn’t gona watch the movie my INTENSION WAS EVIL) here in South Africa, you will find. Both of uswere now wreathing andextremely aroused. My cock waskilling me with pain, but Icouldn’t risk freeing it, as wecould get caught.Then I removed both my handsand let her calm a bit, as thesounds we were making wouldsurely get us caught. After awhile, once again I slimy handunder her shirt, and unbuttonedher pant. She caught hold of myhand instinctively, but loosenedher grip soon, and removed herhand, but her eyes were wideopen now with the anticipationof events to come. I caressed. “You first,” I ushered Ann upstairs, and followed her into the open air. One stair at a time, we carefully went up. Ann crouched down four or five steps from the top, shielded from the terrace by a low wall. I stopped behind her, glancing into the window of our parents room and finding it dark and quiet. As I’d done earlier that morning, I reached up and put my hand on Ann’s arse - like the morning she made no move to stop me. Slowly she raised her head above the wall, beckoning me to do. As it was, I held my breath for more than a few seconds while I burned that image into my brain. When I at last drew in a slow deep breath, the scent of her musk flowed over my olfactory glands and my head swam drunkenly with unbridled, undeniable lust. Her hands covered mine when I hooked my fingers in the band of her thong and eased them down. She lifted her hips and then her legs so that I could remove the thong completely. The garment was heavy with her dew when I tossed it aside and it.