The two Indian boys just sat there, both of them hard again and stroking their cocks slowly while they watched us. They probably planned on fucking me...again themselves, but I wasn't sure how my brothers were going to take that. I wouldn't resist them if Mike and Jay wanted to fuck, but I really hoped Bandy wouldn't get upset and decide he needed to fuck me again just to show the Indians who the dominant male was. I'd be seriously worn out if that happened and all I really wanted was to be let. Walking slowly over to the couch, I drop gently to my knees in front of him. We both watch him languidly stroke. My gaze lifts over his firm body and finally meets his. Smiling at each other, happy to be sharing this moment. My hands softly slip up… feeling his familiar curves and angles. Over his thighs, past his cock and hands, up… over his stomach and still up… sliding through the sun/shade patterns, brushing over his nipples, settling on his shoulders. His hands slide around my waist and. We both were breathing heavily now. The lady next to her has already fallen asleep. Slowly we leaned on each other .Now my elbows were touching her boobs. It was soft. She had put her arms down now so I can reach it properly. There was no moment from each of us. I could just feel her breathing heavily. And I leaned little more towards her. I was just pushing my elbows very slowly on her boobs and give very slow moments.I could sense she was enjoying it more than me. And she was leaning more. Every night before sleeping we hugged each other and slept,just in the friendly way. One special night Gayathri came very late to home went straight to my bed where I was sleeping.I was wearing a t-shirt and skirt that night.My t-shirt was not covering my stomach.When she touched my hip, I suddenly got shivers down my spine.I turned around and saw her fast asleep.I had a good view of her cleavage.I pulled her closer and placed a gentle kiss on her neck.She didn’t respond.Very gently I pulled up.