“ooh Vandana, your juices are making me mad” They making me want you even more as he licked his hand and kissed me giving me taste of my own juice... through his lips and saliva.A line of sweat began to form on my brow. I was barely able to manage opening my eyes, my eyes were fluttering with immense please as he slowly knelt kissing on my navel.“Ohh he is going down, he is going between my legs” raced in my mind as he kissed right onto my bushes, sniffing them, burying his nose in my bushes. Holy fuck, Gayla, was his eventual, single profound thought.Just after eight o’clock, there was a knock on the door.“Shit!” Gayla exclaimed. She jumped up, grabbed the first item of clothing she could find—Mitch’s button-up shirt, buttoned three of the buttons, and raced to the door.Mitch was hidden from view, but he could hear the voices of several giggly high school girls. “We were just wondering what time we were going to leave?” one asked.“Probably about eight-thirty,” Gayla responded,. She brought one plate some dosa and chutney and she offered me. She was feeding me like a baby which I requested. I was enjoying the moment. I was really hungry not for food. But I don’t want to make hurry. While she was walking I understand she was not wearing any underskirt. And her big boobs was pointing far from her. After breakfast, she came to me sit in the sofa. I asked why towel still on her hair. She said hair not yet dried. I just put my hand on the towel and checked it was wet. Then. This was creating a magnificent sight. I started to punch her from down and she moaned. I could feel my dick drench with her dripping juices. We had set in a nice gentle motion. The fucking sound could be heard in the midnight silence. She slowed down and she almost stopped with my dick still hiding in her pussy.She bent and slightly scratched and bit my nipples. I groaned and stopped her as it hurt me. My surge was almost building. I hugged her and gently rolled her down on the rug with my.