She was wearing a red t-shirt and a black bra. I could clearly see her cleavage and huge juicy breasts and I was already regretting my promise. I deci...ed to take it one part at a time.Her Feet:I knew Sneha was tired walking the whole day. So I made her sit in front of me in the couch. I sat on the floor in front of her and stretched her feet and placed it on my lap so that she could feel my erect penis.I slowly started pressing her feet to relax her muscles. With both my hands, I started. Now was time to work, not play. I had all night for that. I freed my breasts and feeling horny and mischievous, sauntered around my house clad only in my moist thong. I worked for an hour and a half, until I had to charge my laptop. I looked at my desk, it was mostly clean. I rushed to my kitchen and ripped open the box like a kid on Christmas. There they were, in their pretty packages ready for me to rip them open and play. I ordered a vibrator with ten speeds, a g-spot vibe, mild nipple. Her hips started grinding against me urging me to thrust harder into her. I picked up the pace of my thrusts and she kept right with me. I was hitting her harder and she was pushing just as hard against me. We were banging so hard the bed was shaking and Maria was getting bounced on Olivia’s hungry mouth. I felt Olivia building for an orgasm so I slowed my thrusts way down eliciting a groan of disappointment. When she stopped moaning and moving I picked the pace back up and her pussy was now. I just kept going, but the scenery never changed! I sped up, since it was getting close to supper time. Still no change! Finally, it started getting dark, and there was still nothing but desert. How could those giants of literature be so wrong? I was disappointed to my core; I almost started crying!This required a lot of thought, so I snapped my consciousness back to my room. As I lay in my bed ruminating over what I had seen, I heard my mother call me to supper.At supper, I asked my father.