Astrid softly stroked her breast and shared a delicate, feminine kiss. Easing from him, she lay alongside his prone body, tasting her juices off his m...ist lips. Smiling as she watched him groan loudly, he cannoned into hard. He could pound her and make her cum violently if he wished to. He wanted to roll her over, to make her scream and scratch his muscular back. He wanted her to bite into his shoulder as she came. Astrid pressed his full length into the cauldron heat of her sex. His punishment. She was giving me a "full body hug" as we french kissed, oblivious to the crowd around us. "This just feels right," she said, "Let's go back to the room." The room was a suite on the top floor and had a sweeping view of the Nashville skyline. The snow that had fallen that day and the light snowfall now gave the view a picture-postcard quality. We made out like teenagers for awhile, but things soon got too hot and we began removing each others' clothes. Her breasts, though small, were. To my surprise, the pain was gone. I really had slept it off. There was no lingering pain or even a buzzing. My head felt clear.“Fucking finally,” I muttered and got off my bed. I noted that I hadn’t even bothered to get my shoes off and stripped down to my boxers, throwing the dirty clothes in the basket and headed to the bathroom. My dad was well off enough that we had individual bathrooms for every room.After taking care of business, I wiped the mirror and started shaving. Short black hair. He was watching tv and was working on his laptop. They too didn’t have power but had an inverter so tv and fan was working. So Sharma uncle too was alone at home since his daughter was in college and his wife was a teacher and on job. Sharma uncle welcomed me home and offered water. Since the fan was running I thought I’ll sit for 5 mins to cool down before heading to our place which was hot. Sharma uncle kept his laptop on the center table and went to the kitchen to get water.As he left, I saw.