’ Leaning over her again I kissed her fervently feeling her up again until I brought her to a second orgasm soaking her panty. She grasped my cock...through my pants until I spasmed spewing my cum on her hand and dress. To Barb that orgasm was a badge of honor. I copied a couple chapters off, to give Barbara something to do. I enlisted her to proof read the story which she gladly did. Proof reading was not my favorite past time. Girl’s got a sharp eye for detail finding several mistakes. ..” was all I said, still looking her in the eye, and refusing to be embarrassed by this conversation.We gazed at each other silently for a few moments, without saying a word. Then, with an apprehensive look on her face, she came closer to me and said in a low voice “Saheb, I understood what you mean, didn’t I?”I looked her nonchalantly in the eye, and retorted “What do you mean?”Clearly unsettled now, she twiddled with the ghunghat which had slipped down from her head to her shoulder, and. Lia studied his eyes, trying to decipher the gleam in them. Hopefulness? In any case, Lia knew what he was wordlessly asking. At least she assumed that she did. Leaning toward him, she angled her face to kiss him. Their lips came together, softly. The kiss lingered for a bit. Then, gradually, their kiss deepened. Lips pried open, just enough to allow their tongues to slip through.Their tongues tasted one another in a gliding dance. Similtaneously, Lia sighed, and he groaned. Together, they. The phone rang."Shit," said Denise, answering it, with Michelle, easing out from under her to go to the bathroom. It turned out to be one of many crank calls."What's up Denise?" asked Michelle, returning."Oh nothing. Just another crank call." Could be Susan." Oh her."She got back on top of Michelle, squeezed her petite, firm breasts, and licked her way down on her washboard abs, into her clit."Oh! Oh!" she cried out, throwing her head back on the pillow, squirming. "Shit! Fuck!"Denise wiggled.