It’s getting late and you mention something about having to wake up early in the morning as you turn to give me a hug. This embrace is like the many...thousands of hugs best friends have given each other over the years but for some reason, I hold you for just a second longer. Long enough to look into your eyes. Long enough for you to look into mine and long enough for that spark to ignite. I smile at you, a mere curving of my lips. I know you want me. I can see the lust in your eyes. You are so. I hear the jingle of her bangles again and can perceive the shift of pallu from her midriff. Now I can kiss on her exposed navel and dart my tongue out to lick it. My arms clasp Sushma around her wide hips.I turn my head to kiss and lap on the naked left side of her waist. After nuzzling down her hip, I bury my face into the pleats of sari where her ripe womanhood lies underneath. She pulls at my hair, and I take this as an alarm for the rise of heat between her thighs. Perceiving at her desire. As a teenager, I felt great to be having an adventure of my own. I was always horny, and after a few hours, my cock was getting hard, for no apparent reason. I looked around and figured I could stroke one out under the blanket I had with me. I brought the blanket up over my shoulders, and below my knees, creating a tented area for my stroking. I pulled my gym shorts down to get my cock out. All the time thinking I had it all figured out. I had just began stroking my cock, when I noticed a lady. I used the pipe too, so she didn't get nervous, though as I say it does nothing for me, or nothing I really like. I have had people give me varying explanations for that, from body chemistry to personality type to my being unable to relax. That last only comes from people who don't know me; those who do say they have to check for breathing once in a while. It's not too uncommon a reaction if you ask as I have, and I sometimes wonder why all these drug studies never mention that. I mean.