She cared about me and loved me deeply. This summer as usual Diya came to our home. We went to the movies and shopping together. We came back exhauste... at home in the evening. The house was empty because our parents had gone out and would be home very late. We decided to watch television. She changed into her silk pajamas and a loose t-shirt. And I changed into my boxers and t-shirt. I could clearly see her cleavage and was getting turned on but had to hide my boner somehow. We both sat next to. “Love the tight black leather slacks you are wearing Sarah. They highlight your legs and arse especially with those heels,” she tells me as she stands behind me and kisses my neck with her hands on my arse.“I have wanted you ever since Sunday,” she whispers as she slides my slacks down over my arse as she fondles it with her hands, then slides them down to my ankles. “Love that tiny g-string,” she tells me as she helps me remove both items then puts my heels back on. “Put your hands on the. I think she got the idea, and slipped off her jacket as we got into the back of her car. It had tinted windows and was parked in a shady area beside the burger shop, so we had some privacy, if but for now. This was going to be all about her. So when she started going for my pants I stopped her, and told her to lay back, relax, and enjoy. I almost regretted that decision as I slipped her skirt off and found out she was wearing stockings not pantyhose, and a pale yellow lace bodysuit. I figured. She thought it was dirty and never could get over it to have an orgasm. Maybe if I could pull this off, I’d tie Katie up and make her enjoy it as much as Heather seemed to be. Muffled groans were escaping from under her gag and that drove me farther into her pussy. I felt her tense up and start shuddering when my tongue darted into her hole and I kept going making her orgasm hard. Again this turned me on to no end, so I stopped, propped myself over her and stuffed my cock all the way up her.