We both were kissing like mad dogs for about some 15 min….I slowly removed the buttons of her shirt…she resisted a bit but gave up after some time...��.I removed her shirt and wow ….She was wearing a black bra which hardly covered her enormous breasts… I started pressing her boobs over her bra…she was mourning aaaaaaa…. Aaaa…. Aaaaa …… her nipples were becoming erect……i unbuttoned her jeans and in 1 swift pull …. Pulled it down…..Ooohhh god she was looking fucking gorgeous…..I couldnt believe my. I can't say we were getting bored, but you're only as good as your last fuck & add in the fact we were in an area that lacked sex shops so things do get stale after a while. All this was about to change when both my friend & Punjabi Daddi invited me to a Puja, a Hindu ritual taking place at a neighboring town. Me, my friend & the servant huddled up in a family van & rode there. So many people there, so many colors & smells, such a clash of senses. The Pujari, hindu priest was a mature man, no. So she married a guy a few years old than she was and who had a sport scholarship to a small college not far from her home town here in Texas. She moved off to college. She hoped that being married meant that she could get all the sex she needed to control the itch she had developed after learning how much she liked sex. She was disappointed. It was good for a while but it wasn’t enough. So, she got a job and learned that fucking the boss had benefits that were not listed in the employee. Then the small feet were placed back into the heels and Roxanne rose. Her fingers found the bra hooks in back and delicately pulled the maidenly garment forward and off. The training bra fell to the floor and we all stared at the fifteen year old's meager tit-mounds. She wasn't one of those precocious girls who mature early and so there wasn't much to look at except that her nipples had been pierced. Two small gray metal rings had been inserted in each and hung down, unwanted jewelry for the.