His hands moved down to caress my sides as mine moved up to embrace his neck. He was so gentle as his hands roamed across my back and down to my behin..., grasping it a bit and then letting go as his hands moved over my body again. Without breaking the kiss, he moved his hand down to the edge of my knee-length dress and slid the material up my leg. I hadn’t worn panties (I wasn’t exactly expecting this to be a romantic encounter) and he found that out as his hand lightly grazed the area between. When I reached the garage there was a complete set up ready. Ronali Di was wearing denim shorts which barely covered her ass. She was wearing a shirt and a sports bra. The shirt was open and was tied in a knot at the lower end. She was all wet and was looking irresistible.When I entered the garage she asked me to completely shut the shutter and lock it from inside. I did as she said. When I turned she was standing just behind me. She lip-locked me and slowly raised my t-shirt, broke the. Every time I tried to think about, Erin would kiss me or hug me or press her wonderful breasts against me. I pushed the thought aside and concentrated on what was happening. I moved my hand down across Erin's stomach, slipped between her legs and cupped her pussy. I could feel heat and a faint dampness through her jeans."Ahhh..." she sighed. "Yes!" She pushed up against my hand, rubbing her cunt against my probing fingers. I stroked her pussy firmly, enjoying Erin's eager response, while I. She reaches for it but her hands arrest the move as his hands slow drawing her a tiny bit further away from her goal, “what…” she gasps, trying to control her quaking voice “what do you want me to do?” she gasps again, his husky whisper tells her to wash her hair, with shaking hands she picks up the bottle of shampoo slowly rubbing her hair into a fragrant foaming mass, matching the motion of her hands to the motion of his, finally he tells her to turn around.With his still moving hand inside.