I gradually put my hands inside her pants, started rubbing her pussy, and fingering the housewife inside her pants. She was moaning in my ears and I w...s waiting to get inside her pants and start fucking that half-shaved pussyThis went on for a straight 10 minutes. Payal came inside and we stopped it. She was giggling and hitting her. It was already 10 by the time and the drinks got over. Payal insisted we stay and she went to get some whiskey.As soon as the door closed, we both started making. Then days went past, we actually have balconies facing each other. I knew the times when she would dry her clothes .Because she used to wear those low cut blouses. God her boobs were giggling without her dupatta. She once looked at me thinking I am doing something wrong , but I acted and I gave her a warm smile. She smiled back and went back. My grandfather had passed away 2 weeks later, I went and came back the next day but others stayed back in hyderabad. So I was alone, she rang the doorbell. ”“Take care. This is the only place where the ghosts of his life are real and ever present.”“Unbelievable. Waltzing Matilda was born in Banjo Paterson’s imagination. And by the way, written well over a hundred years ago.”“And how do you know its fiction? And what makes you think I wasn’t here then?”“No-one lives that long,” I said confidently.I heard a splash from the shadows opposite me. And I then noticed a ripple heading my way across the surface of the billabong as celestial bodies were. She watched the almond eyes as they came nearer and then theshock of her mouth being taken, almost took her breath away...The kissdeepened as she felt Aiko's tongue probing and realized that she wasreturning it...She'd always been curious and now she knew it washappening...She felt the sheet drawn to bare her breasts and the fingersinsistently at her nipples...The girl was expertly manipulating her as her breathing becamelabored...Jennifer's nipples had always been so sensitive and now.