‘Dirty. Full.’ With a lowered voice, she confessed, ‘intimate.’ Jen smiled. ‘I love my bum being played with too.’ ‘But – but I don’... like…’ Helen’s protest evaporated and turned into a moan when Jen pushed her digit even deeper into her ass. ‘Don’t lie to me. But let’s see how much you don’t like it.’ She pulled out her finger and ordered the older woman to pull up her other leg as well. Then, kneeling down in front of her, she inserted the finger again and slowly started to fuck her bum. For. She just ran her fingers on my hair moaning that these the pleasures which I might not get enjoyed am not there.Then came down. Licked her deep navel filled it with my saliva. Went down. Wide opened her legs. She said we shall stop here as she got frightened. I said her we shall he further. I will stop once she felt discomfort. Saying that licked her feet and anklets. She loved that and forced me not to stop. Went up by licking both the thighs. She was at her peak. Her panty is already wet. I. She can only see the get-this-done-before-doing-anything-else. And I have to give her a push to encourage her to let go and do something along with the task we've been given. I never do anything I know will keep us from completing what we're supposed to on time and she goes along with me if I keep at her, which is just what I did there in the kitchen.I did the tongue tango with her while my fingers worked the buttons of her shirt so that I could run my fingers over her soft luscious melons.. This goes back to the time when I was still in my teens . It was a lazy Saturday evening . The family and I had decided to visit the local South Indian restaurant for dinner . Post dinner , as we were to leave my parents ran into son friends . Experience told me it could be a while before goodbyes would be said …. So I decided to peddle away home while I knew everybody else would be walking back home .. did I mention we lived in a small town north of delhi then ….I was home in a jiffy and.