She starts massaging his shoulders with her soapy hands, moving lightly down each arm. Taking the soap she begins to rub his chest, moving in a circul...r motion, watching his expressions as she moves lower down his chest towards his stomach. Her hands are slowly moving over his thigh, caressing and massaging him. She begins to lightly fondle his manhood, making sure to wash it very carefully and gently. She kneels in front of him so that she can finish washing him, as she does the water. 00 baje mujhe sir ne utheya mein neend mein dar gyi aur gale lga liya aur happy birthday wish kiya and cake cutting ke liye bola mein bahut khush thi is andaz mein birthday manane ke liye.Sab kuch karne ke baad sir ne mujhe ik gold ka neckless gift diya mein toh bahut khush ho gyi uske baad sir ne ik drink ki botel open kar ke do glass mein dal di mein unko dekh ke boli sorry sir mein nahi pitti sir bole ki please meri company toh karo then mujhe uthana pda ik peg sir ke kehne pe mujhe pta nahi. I then bit into her soft neck, only a little nibble, making her let out a small sound. As I was doing this I ran my hands from her waist and grabbed her full DD breasts into my hands."Mmm, baby, we are going to be late," she moaned, with a smile that I saw in the reflection of the mirror."We weren't going to be, but now we are," I said to her with a small smile, so that she knew fighting would be futile.I proceded to use my left hand on her breast as my right worked its way down between her. Since I was a grown woman who made her own decisions, I figured I could handle my own in political and religious debates. I had an English degree under my belt, and I was skillful at bringing down peoples arguments. What I didnt anticipate was a bunch of randy males all talking about the one thing I had virtually no experience in sex. S-E-X. In my house, rigid Catholic upbringing trumped any teenage curiosity I had about the opposite gender. Oh dont get me wrong, I wasnt a saint or anything, I.