Your knees slide up and down slightly as you lean in and give me a kiss telling me how much you have missed me this week. Saying how wonderful I look,...thanking me for wearing the outfit you asked of me, and telling me how much fun we are going to have over the weekend. I look into your eyes and smile freely for the first time since I arrived. It is such a pleasure to look at you. It is something I will never tire of. You take my hands in yours and bring them up to your lips for a kiss. A light. ” Her mind only touched on that thought for a second. She was actually mostly thinking of the future. She remembered the first time she had sex, thinking her boyfriend at the time had a huge penis, but it was actually average sized, around six and a half inches and of normal thickness. Besides the initial penetration, there was no other discomfort, and aside from inexperience on both sides, it was a relatively positive experience though she did not cum; he did though.She also remembered the. She rubbed my chest and my shoulders, always looking at me in the eyes, dressed only in that soft seductive smile, occasionally passing me my drink, which she would refill when required. ‘So why you pick me?’ she asked. ‘You were the most beautiful one there, and you looked the most natural, comfortable. It was an easy choice, the others seemed more; fake or forced in either the way they dressed or their makeup. You just seemed to have a touch more class.’ I could feel the warmth from inside. I held her by my right hand over her blouse hard pressing her left boob.Her saree had slid due to the slippery floor. My left hand was in between her ass crack and her right butt. She was held at this half bending position in my tight hold as it all happened in a split second. What more does it need to ignite a flare inside us, after the accidental pressing of her ass and boob?Her boob felt like air-filled sponge ball juggling in my hand. The shock slip made a frozen time zone. It was initially.