He moved his hands to my waist and walked backwards, leading me towards his bed. He sat me down and took his shirt off. He leaned in and kissed me. It...was a sweet kiss, with a hint of the earlier passion. He gently laid me down and lay on top of me. His kisses continued, the passion increasing. His hand moved down my body, exploring every part of me, caressing my inflamed skin. When he touched my pussy I moaned. He responded by putting his hand inside of my sweats and rubbing me through my. Savita’s eyes were shut tight, and she yelped as the sitarist ate her pussy passionately. Savita’s thighs shook as she moaned into the mouth of the artist. The sitarist smiled as she wiped Savita’s cum off her face.Savita got dressed and left in haste. She was now hell-bent on learning the sitar. So she rushed to the music shop the following week to get started. Savita walked into the shop, and a man came over to meet her. He helped her pick out a sitar.Savita: Actually, I need lessons as. I have to admit that it was hot knowing that my wife got him hard. I had also noticed that she was not wearing a bra and I knew she had one on when she left. I asked her if she was ready to go and she said she had to get her clubs out of Marks van. So we walked out to the van with Mark and he opened the back of the van and there was her clubs with her bra in the bag.We got in the car for the trip home and I asked her why her bra was off and she said she was drunk and the 3 guys on her foursome. I swore I'd never do this again. Taxis were expensive, but at this point I would have paid a lot to be outside, breathing fresh air. Suddenly a hand firmly clamped onto my behind. I was startled and annoyed, but not alarmed. It wasn't the first time a guy had tried to cop a feel on a bus or train. In France and Italy, I'd learned it sort of went with the territory, and I'd also learned to be firm but good-natured about chastising the culprit. Usually grabbing the guy's wrist and holding it in.