I suddenly started smooching her to which she responded positively. I started pressing her boobs while kissing her. Then she stopped me and began with...her gyaan that this is wrong and against customs. But I was not ready to listen to her. I knew that all this gyaan was just a formality, she was expecting me to continue what I wanted to do. I didn’t listen to her and again started kissing her. After some 15-20 mins of smooching and boobs fondling, she asked me to join her at her house as there. Feeling her body next to mine was like a dream. We kissed and touched for some time, getting bolder with our explorations of each other. She sat up and started to take off her shirt. I had thought that she wasn’t wearing a bra but couldn’t tell because of the bulkiness of the shirt. As she pulled the shirt off I was sliding my hands up her sides. Her skin was electric. Her breasts perfectly filled the palm of my hand. Her nipples were hard and sensitive to my touch. I could hear her breathing. She was till shaking from her cum when I started in earnest. I didn’t want her to come down completely just yet. I moved my right hand from her pussy to the bed to help support me while I withdrew my cock most of the way, and spread my knees apart further, opening her legs more. Lyn’s half moaning/half cooing voice rose as if in question, only to end in a sharp grunt as I thrust into her.I fell silent. For the next minute or so I fucked her, plain and simple. I was fast and unsubtle, humping. It felt weird walking around nude with just her hijab on. She had just slipped the pork chops in the oven when Donte entered the room. She turned to smile at him and gasped. Donte was still nude! He walked over to the couch and watched her work. She took some frozen vegetables from out of the freezer while strange emotions assaulted her body and soul. As she remembered how she would cook Ali a big meal after a good fuck session. She had just had the best and most passionate sex of her life. Now.