I unbutton your shirt while staring at you. Our breathing is soft and shallow. I slide your shirt off your back and then my hands begin to lift your t...shirt.Halfway up, I am amazed by your flesh. Your hair. Your everything. I look up to your face and that smile is back. I smile back and feel... peace? Home? Love. Both are love.Your shirt is gone. My shirt is gone. We stand a moment, not touching, just looking, taking it all in. I step closer and unbutton your jeans. Already I can feel what’s in. My god, those sexy butts, protrude at a good 37 inches with tempting curves. Her midriff is the most amazing, and I still remember her wearing a chiffon saree on our farewell, snap session. Guys must have masturbated their life out that day am sure.So it was her birthday, and she was dressed in maroon colour salwar suit, maroon lipstick and payals on her lovely legs (I asked her to always wear payals whenever she is with me). I had already ordered a cake and some rags and pillows to sit or even. I told her that I loved her, and would do so always, even if (or should that be especially if?) she developed a taste for a woman. To somehow emphasise the point, I threw off the bedclothes, spread Jenny’s legs and kissed her thighs, while licking closer and closer to her pussy lips. I could smell our juices still wet, and now flowing again, as I stretched wide her lower lips, and started to lick each side of them. Jenny raised her legs and placed her feet on my back, and I slipped a pillow. She slapped my ass cheek and ask me if my dick was hard. Just before I answered she stepped in front of me and laughed. She grabbed the cage as it was being pushed away from my body by my erection. Poor baby she said, does seeing my pussy make your little pee pee hard? Yes I answered. She strutted out of the bedroom as she said good that's what I want. I followed behind her watching her ass cheeks as she walked in those heels. The black lace of the stockings reached to just under her tight.