She started singing her second ghazal, and in between, I placed my hand on her soft hand.She suddenly stopped singing and looked at me. I looked at he..., I had to make a move. I went near her and kissed her attractive pink lips. She was frozen by my move as she did not expect it coming. She immediately closed her eyes, and I continued kissing her.She did not respond in the beginning, but I kept kissing her lips. Her lips were closed, and I was trying to get them open. A couple of minutes passed,. Mem boli nahi sir inhone tu meri help ki hai tab jake meri jaan may jaan aai mene mem ko kaha ki mem aap apane ghar par phone karake bata du ki mera exident ho gaya hai but mem boli nahi mere phone karane se ghar wale tension may aa jayege me bola ke phir kaya karna hai mem boli ki mera nam poojaOr aap mere ko bar 2 mem mat bolo may tu aapse kafi chuti hon then mene pooja ko kaha ke esa karte hai kI aap hospital ki van leke apne ghar cahol may aapki scorty ko aapke ghar lay aata hun tab pooja. I'd worn my sexiest pair for her. She was kissing my neck, and rubbing my clit. Shocks went through my body as I experienced my own personal nirvana. She leaned over and whispered to me "Time for my fine dining. I'm so hungry." She set slow kisses on the top of my breast, down to the inside of my thighs. When her tongue hit my clit I almost screamed. She was the best pussy eater I'd ever met, even to this day I've never had better head than she gave. She ate me like she was eating her last. Rachel, incapable of speech, only nodded. Her muscles contracted. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him deep inside her and her fingernails raked deep and sharp down his back. Both of the cried out, deep soulful cries of simultaneous orgasm. Gasping for air, they lay together on the bed, his cock covered in both of their juices, and Rachel’s pussy, dripping all over the sheets. Covered in sweat, they turned to face one another and with fingertip traces, touched each other’s.