Would she be next?With that sad thought Helen wanted to run after Rebecca and warn her; but what good would that do. This was her problem, not Rebecca...��s.The sun broke through a gap in the building opposite her but with little warmth left in it to combat the cold evening air. Helen finished the coffee and walked across the road. Pushing the door to the studio open, she sneaked inside, switched on the single bank of lights just behind the door and stood in silence. A faint whiff of sweat filled. I jumped but didn't move; his hands held me firmly in place, and my hands gripped his arms in return. His mouth easily covered my entire mound, his tongue gliding over and just inside my opening, poking and rubbing against my clit - so intense and so fast were the movements of his tongue that I lost all remaining control. I couldn't hear myself, but knew I was probably shrieking loudly and making a hell of racket! My ass wiggled and pressed back against him, the chips and cards sliding under. Let me explain about my mom. She is 46 at that time. She is the best woman I have ever seen. Very fair in color with 38-30-36 body size. The Indian lady who was very traditional. She is the most beautiful woman with her very romantic smile. I saw her navel many times while she is doing chores at our home. Her round boobs were the central attraction on her body. She is 5.8 in height, if anyone has sex with her it will be the best of anything in their life coz she is as such the best. I had a. Slowly I lowered my hand and started touching myself. It was not enough. I saw Meera lying in the front while her c cup breasts were pillowing on her sides.I wanted to suck on those and make her moan through the night. I casually put my right arm around her and started touching her. I looked at her, but she didn’t react. So I bravely started rubbing her thighs. She was wearing shorts and a tee.I put my right leg around her and gently pulled her closer to me, and hugged her tightly while she let.