I sighed with the sheer joy of her touch, as she made me feel arrestingly aroused. Her hands put firm pressure on my calves but as she moved up her t...uch became feather light and teasing. Each movement of her hands seemed to be getting closer and closer to the top of my thighs. She parted my legs and I shuffled a little, knowing that my sex would be hopelessly exposed. I was straight, but what girl hasn’t wondered what bread is like buttered on the other side? The movements of her fingers. She was dripping wet and it felt i had put my hand in a fully wet towel. With that action her moans became louder and her grip over my penis strengthened. She even, without asking entered my trousers and was feeling the full length of my cock and squeezing my balls. The milk in her pots had finished long back but i knew neither of us wanted to stop. Our pleasure journey was stopped when her baby started crying. Both of us stopped abruptly and she gathering herself back from the pleasure journey. Phir main ek jhatka diya to mera land ka 1/5 uski gand main ghus gayi wo ro padi boli” hai ye kya kar dia apne meri gand phat jayegi nikal do” tab maine bola” darling sabar karo kyun sabar ka phal mitha hota hai” wo thik hai boli aur main uski do boobs ko handle ki tarah istamal kar ke uski gand main aur ek jahtka dia to mera lend ka 2/3rd uski gand main chali gali wo ro rahi thi tab usko mom ne uski lip ko kiss karke awaz ane ka band kiya aur uski behan uski chut ko chat ne lagi. Aur phir. A tiny sliver of Mia actually felt excitement. That scared her almost as much as the thoughts racing through her mind. 'Where is all this leading? What are they going to do with Noah once he wakes up? What if Noah doesn't wake up!?' Fear somehow managed to dovetail with the latent lust pooling between her legs, though. She felt like someone had lit a terrible, unholy fire deep inside her loins. Right and wrong had been replaced by primal, feminine instinct. The need to be dominated. To submit..