Next week we went to see a exhibition, when we were moving in a row, she was behind me and when ever I stopped I felt her body against me, when we wen... to next room she was in front of me in row, now she when ever stopped I touch my self with her and on one stall. When they were demonstrating something, I was standing so close to her that my hard dick was touching her in side, I moved further and my dick was now touching between her hips valley, she also moved some back and my hard lund was now. With great difficulty he opened his eyes and gave me a tight hug once again then he held my kurti from the bottom near my waist line and removed it from up above my head, I was wearing red coloured lacy bra, half of my big boobs were totally exposed, he said “Nihar tumhare boobs bahut mast hain” and started kissing and sucking the exposed upper skin of my boobs,He brought his hands behind my back and unhooked the bra and started rubbing and licking with his lips on my right shoulder he lowered. Mr. Compton held my hands above my head, and Mr. Damon placed his cock at the entrance to my vagina and entered me. Mr. Compton kneaded my breasts as Mr. Damon continued to push himself deeper into my vagina. And deeper and deeper and deeper. I thought he would never insert himself fully. And then he pulled out, and the next long, deep stroke began. "This is exceptionally good pussy, Matt. Tight and smooth," Mr. Damon said to Mr. Compton, breaking the strange silence that accompanied his use. Nice. It was almost embarrassingly sappy, to be honest: I dreamt that we were sitting on the couch, cuddled up, watching a romantic comedy, and after the film ended, I leaned in and gave her a kiss.That’s it. Like I said, not even super sexual. If I’m remembering correctly, after the dream we even went to our separate beds, but it was just like we were a couple. It didn’t turn me on, I didn’t wake up all sweaty and wet, it was just a simple moment in a dream.But somehow, it changed.