Back at the parsonage, Jen turned on the downstairs lights on her way to the upstairs. They didn’t really need light, but it signified to any passer...by later on that he was in her living room and not her bedroom. When they were in the bedroom, they shared a deep kiss. She responded to his unbuttoning her blouse by trying to unbutton his shirt. That didn’t work.They both laughed. “Faster if we do ourselves,” Jen said, stepping away. He started on his clothes and walked around the bed to reach a. I lost my control and I grabbed her from behind and put my hands round her below her arm pits and squeezed her boobs from her saaree top. She moaned and said” aaaaaaahhhhhh dadaaoo daadaaooo eto lafaa laafi kiser amader kache puro ek hafta aache” tumi ei ek hafta amake chudte paaro, jekhan theke iccha joto iccha, ja khushi , but ektu dadao ektu fresh hoye aasi.”I kissed her on her lips and let her free and she went to bath room and I was waiting for her in her living room. After 15 min she came. It was the first rain storm of the year, the first real one anyway. The slight summer dribbles that failed to soak through clothes or make her shiver, the ones everyone fled from as if they were hellfire raining down, they had been boring and not even frequent. No, the storm raging outside, the one worth its name was the ultimate sign that summer with its immobilizing heat was finally over. The time for beaches, volleyball and cocktails finally stepped aside in favour of books, pullovers, hot. My hand has found the clasp of your bra and released it. Now your breasts are pressed against my chest and your nipples pressed against mine. We savor the feeling as our nipples grow taut with the stimulation. Our finger tips draw tight circles around and across the tips. We take turns mouthing … kissing … suckling ... on each other ... breasts ... neck ... lips ... all for our mutual consumption to sate our growing hunger for passion.Our bodies are pressed together. Our arms are pulling us.