She wrapped her arms around him then, one hand cupping the back of his head pulling him closer, the other reaching around to learn the contours of the...ass she hadn’t yet had the pleasure of seeing. Her head spun from the intensity of the kiss and she felt the lace between her thighs dampen with her arousal. Her nipples hardened almost painfully and strained against the thin cups of her bra. Phillip slid his palm from Lisa’s hip up her side to cup her breast and tease the taught nipple with the. I remember reading her pretty cursive writing, Meet me tomorrow in the girls bathroom at exactly 10:30, I’ll be wearing a pair of black heels. Don’t be scared. I promise, you won’t regret a thing. I looked at that note at least seventy times, wondering what the hell she was talking about. Don’t be scared? Did I have something to be scared of? What won’t I regret? Why did she want to meet me, of all people? The questions ran through my head plenty of times, but the answers were all unclear. I. When it was, we looked at each other and smiled. I could feel her trembling and wasn’t sure if it was lust or the tension of the position. I knew we couldn’t sustain this for long.‘Feel good? This what you wanted?’ I asked.Mamtha groaned, ‘Oh yes, Shailu, this feels so good, but you know what I need don’t you?’Without another word we began to move together, I thrusting up into Mamtha’s warm tight cunt, Mamtha pushing down on my thick hard cock. Our movements soon became heated and fierce, both. She had 38dd breasts hidden well inside dark brown blouse with a transparent view to her white bra. While it secured her large breasts safely inside, it could not conceal what a large pair hid inside them. She also had beautiful buttocks, the contours of which I could imagine through the mound made by her saree and the way they jiggled when she walked. And finally, to her navel. She had worn her saree way below it, to reveal a deep and large belly button that was about one and half inch.