In the process, she untied her saree completely, which now fell on the floor.A white sleeveless backless undersized blouse appeared nothing more than ... bra, and a light green petticoat protected Swati’s modesty. Her smooth wheatish skin was enchanting. Mr. Bhardawaj let the saree fall as he admired the beauty in front of him.Swati walked seductively towards him. Instead of sitting beside him, she decided to sit on his lap. Mr. Bhardawaj awkwardly put his thighs together to help Swati sit on his. I knew at once that this was the thing for me. I put her bra around my body and pranced around in my bedroom for awhile feeling very girl then collapsed onto my bed, my cock was throbbing and leaking cum. The underwear was already dirty so it’s not like I felt bad for wanking myself off to the strongest orgasm of my young life and filling her panties with load after load of my own cum. This became a nightly ritual. After everyone was asleep I would sneak downstairs, grab the bra and panties. I don’t no what made me but I showed him my pussy and it was dripping wet. He was staring at it. After some time I wore the robe properly and asked him r u happy now.He said very happy but now my dick is hurting. I want to jerk it off Can I he asked. I said ok. He said he want me to see. I said no. He pleaded, so I taught of my self what is wrong to see. So I said ok. I asked him where u will shoot ur kum. He said give me some paper tissue. So I went to kitchen and brought them. His cock was in. .. Oh God! He could feel his lust swollen member flow along the inner roof of the strange mouth, and a moan began to build deep, deep within his chest.He breathed hard and blew into her, the proud cheeks of her smoothly rounded ass clenching, then relaxing in front of his excited face. He pried her spread loins wider, pushing his mouth hard up against the sweet wetness of her vaginal slit, and she squirmed in ecstasy. He drew her over him so that her wetly palpitating, soft pussy was sunk deep.