She continued to stare at me intermittently with her all sexy smile. I pulled my hand & tried to put my hand under her armpit. She helped me raising h...r hand a little. Now, my fingers were touching her tits from side. I tried to touch the nipple on her top, but covered under the dupatta.. My god, it was so hard. I felt the hardness of the cherry balls. She was also getting hotter. But she kept her feelings cool. Then, I thought to touch her pussy. I placed my hand from back to her ass. She got. She moaned and threw her head back as I worked 2 fingers into her pussy. Rubbing hard and finger fucking her faster and faster she groaned she was going to cum and I could feel her wetness increase on my hand. I moved on top of her and slid my dick inside her. It felt so good every time I entered her and this was no different. I began to push in and out of her while kissing her neck and running my tongue over her big tits and hard nips. She wrapped her legs round me forcing me to fuck her. I took her with my voice. We hadn't actually touched each other's bodies yet, but had shared the most intense, passionate, satisfying lovemaking of my life. She was my dream, my fantasy, and my heart's desire. She was the piece of my soul that I'd never realized was missing. I finally knew her, understood what it was to be complete, and she was Mine. I had never even dreamed of finding her. I had never really believed that she existed, and here she was, a living fantasy, and she belonged to. As the elevator doors opened, he spied Glenda, the new barmaid from 'The Bar, ' his favorite bistro, huddled by his door in a rain-splattered raincoat. To his practiced eye she resembled a waif from "Les Miserables" as she cowered there waiting for him to speak. Walking over to her, Warren felt like a giant as he towered over her, but recalled the other night on meeting her for the first time that she had to be about 5' 8". Warren smiled reassuringly as he held his hand out and helped her to.