Lick me harder. Harder!” Just when I thought I’d pass out from not being able to breath, Cherie released her hold on the back of my head and lower...d her hand to her drenched pussy. She wiped her fingers through her juices and raised them to her lips. Sucking each finger clean, she again collected three fingers of her nectar and raised her small hand to my eager lips. She tasted so good, so fresh and wonderful. My cock throbbed and struck me at my navel. I couldn’t remember ever being so hard. She looked back at me and the look on her face said it all. She had just gone over the edge and was consumed by pleasure. That look almost made me cum. There was one large body jerk along with a long “Uuunnnggghhh!” Then another large body jerk and another long “Uuunnnggghhh!” She shook and jerked and made noises, as she was overwhelmed with the pure pleasure running through her body; and the pleasure went on and on, not stopping. “Oh God. Oh God.” she screamed, gasping for another breath of. Normal. Usual. Nothing to worry about. Those few who did know - who had gathered, and planned, and bought, and organised - weren't saying anything either. It'd be nice to think, looking back, that this was because they were worried they'd be found out, their efforts stamped out, their leaders cursing as they were dragged away in handcuffs to cells that would never be opened. Or simply dismissed, ranting and raving like loons as all their frantic scribbles and diagrams came to nothing. Maybe. Bra was of some Indian brand and the size was 34c. It was a cotton simple bra. And a cotton panties. I love to see sexy bras and panties. But to my surprise none wears in my family or in my relatives as far as I have seen. Maybe some has started wearing but that I have to find out.Some days later, I was again sleeping there on the terrace in the noon. Then I heard some sound in the stairs .I got up and started to read a book. I saw mitali on the terrace. She asked me “bahiya aap kya kar rahe.