I rushed over to home on a Friday evening. But as fate would have it, unlike previous times, her parents were home then. They greeted me in. She intro...uced me to them as her batch mate and we exchanged pleasantries. I was getting hornier by the minute. She got even hotter over the years. I kept throwing her looks. It was clear that she too wanted it.“Hey Anand, could you come in here a moment? I want to show you something”, she said pointing to her room. I followed her to her room. We obviously. She had a nice figure, and was grateful that at least she still had that. Sara was proud of her body, and worked to keep herself in shape with running and the occasional dumbbell work at the gym. But at 5?2 and 112 pounds, she was certainly on the petite side. That was always a drawback, not having the long, beautiful legs of a super model. Sara grabbed a pair of grey university sweatpants, a gift from one of her friends at her Ivy League school, and pulled them up over her baby blue panties. . I paused here a moment with pressure applied to her clit as I enjoyed the feel of the velvet glove grasping my cock shaft. I must have stayed a little too long because I heard Sally gasp, "Please, Bill, fuck me! Stop that teasing before I go crazy!"Uh-oh, that woke me up to my duty. I began to stroke with a fairly slow withdrawal, but it was still faster than my entry. Sally's cunt felt so good that I could hardly stand any loss of contact by pulling my shaft out of her tunnel. That muscle ring. I was casually lying there with my hands on my belly and my dick flaccid. At that time, I only had very light pubic hair that was noticeable from close.After preparing herself, our Bengali maid picked up the oil and poured some of it on my thigh.Maid: Is the oil too hot?Me: No, it’s fine.Maid: Okay, then fold your left leg.I kept doing whatever she instructed. She finished massaging both my legs till my feet and then asked me to turn around and lie down on my belly. I followed and lay down.