I went near her and wanted to touch her boobs but I was really afraid. The next day while she was sweeping the floor I again saw her boobs. They were...dancing. That night when she was going to sleep, she closed the door of my room and when I asked her why she closed the door, she told me that some bad smells were coming from the refrigerator although I didn’t feel any smell.Suddenly she removed her saree and laid on the floor to sleep. She was only with blouse and petticoat. I couldn’t believe. . hell, I didn't even want to _think_ about it.And why did I still feel so good? I looked down at myself. This wasgetting unreal. My left hand was on my breast, caressing it as one fingerplayed with the nipple. My right hand -- oh, Lord! -- my right hand wasdown _there_, two fingers actually inside my... inside me."Stop it!" I screamed and stood up as quickly -- and safely -- as I could.I bent down and flipped the handle to open the drain. My body was stilltingling, though -- such a _pleasing_. He felt every fiber of her being try to turn and leave - but remain with him at the same time.She was petrified.Voiceless and motionless, she stood there, paralyzed. He stood now, too, moving behind her, tasting her scent and inhaling the sweet feminine perfume of her hair. His left hand slid under her frozen arm, caressing her hip and sliding up to cradle her left breast. The other palm slid leisurely down her back, resting against her ass. His desire for her was so great and perverse now that. I stabbed my stiff tongue at the tiny opening a few times and then went back up to her leaking pussy. As I began suck her clit she started to hump harder and grabbed my ears, rubbing her pussy hard int my face. I reached up and started to finger fuck her soaked pussy. Taking my wet finger out of her pussy, I ran it over her asshole, probing gently. My finger finally penetrated her tight little butthole. I began to slowly work it in and out. I felt her stiffing and grunt through her first cum,.