As soon as I was the car Neetu was already dressed back in her salwar kameez hugged me and started kissing me soon I reciprocate and hold her face and...gave her deep French kiss while fondling her left breast with my right hand. We smooched for 10 minutes then I turned her around and started fondling her both the breasts from back over the dress, slowly I lift her kameez from my right hand and insert both the hands inside her salwar and kneading her breast over her bra and simultaneously kissing. He groaned aloud as his whole length slid deep inside her, and she began to writhe back and forth, grinding herself off against him. His mind was a hurricane of thoughts: this was so wrong but the feeling of her tight wet pussy gliding up and down his hard shaft was exquisite; he was the adult here and should immediately take control and stop her, but letting her stay in charge and use him for her own gratification was too big a turn-on; he was committing adultery and felt guilty but didn’t. .. do you see me carrying anyclothes?" Oh." The rest is history.************************************************************************Wayne held a soft spot for that day, but it didn't stop him from beingupset. "What's wrong with it? I think it looks nice" he said, steppingback into the living room after walking out for the tenth time. Shealways thought he was cute when he was whiny. That may have been howthey had stayed together so long, because everyone else in the worldfound it extremely. I was wearing my dark blue pleated summer jumper with a frilly long-sleeve blouse. You may recall that my folks forbid me to wear long pants or shorts; the only time I wore such cloths was for PE, where in the summer I wore shorts and the winter I wore sweats. Dad and Mom wanted to raise me as a girl. (As they put it, only tomboys wore pants and jeans. A real young lady wore dresses and skirts. Of course, real young ladies also wore panties -- something I stopped doing many years ago.)I got in.