Main apne Lund ko ooper baandh dene ke baad jab main ooper neeche hone laga to ab usko meri gaand mein uska Lund under baher jata hue clear dikhne lag... aor voh dekhte dekhte jab full masti mein bher jata tha to kaheta tha, “dear ab tum thoda movement roke do, nahin to main jhad jaoonga”. Jab thodi dare ruk jaane ke baad phir ooper neeche hone ko bolta isterha thodi dare chudayee ke baad bola, “dear ab yeh pose bas karo main ab tumko bed par daal kar chodna chahta hoon”. Main theek hai kahete. He placed his left hand on my tummy inside my sari. Moved his hand on my belly and slowly moved his hand towards my boobs and cupped my boobs over the blouse aahhhh.I moaned feebly on the other side Crucifix was caressing my thighs over the sari. He was kissing my cheek, neck, earlobes and rubbing his face on my face and making me crazy. Pleasure sounds like ssshhhhh, spontaneously came from my mouth. Due to pleasure I widened my legs and Crucifix caressed my pussy over the sari. Ben said Babe. After what seemed forever, and after realizing that she was still gently snoring I raised myself back up to see that she had not moved other than to draw her knees further up so that she was curled in a ball.I stood up, my cock throbbing and leaking pre-cum trying to decide whether to blow my load, or try and do more. By that time, what little will power and moral resistance I had was severely tested and as I stood drinking in the site of the panties between her legs that was sopping wet and. The two of us ate only a little, and drank still less, reluctant to dull our senses before the big event. It had started when we were discussing her wedding dress, back when the event was nothing more than a few sketchy plans made on some unlined paper. Neither of us were virgins, not by any stretch of the imagination, but Donna still favoured wearing white - a colour she would be entitled to wear, she reasoned, if she was willing to give up some other virginity on her wedding night... .