Her waist remained small for her five foot and change frame, but it was her ass that wet dreams are made of. Most all the baby fat had disappeared BUT...--She still looked like jail-bait to me!!She stood and did a slow circle as she began to unbutton her blouse. Kicked her sneakers off and dropped to her knees in front of me. My bulge had her total attention and as her bra came off I thought I would explode in my pants. Her pert breasts did not drop at all. Puffy pink nipples that make your mouth. I bit at her clit as gently as I could, causing her to stiffen, squealing around my prick as I loosed a load of cum into her mouth. Her juices flooded over my face. I licked at her pussy, as she struggled to swallow my cum. Every time my tongue touched her clit, she would jump, letting out a little squeak.She finally rolled off me, getting turned back around to lay across my chest. We were both almost gasping for breath, enjoying a mutual afterglow when I became aware of noises from Peter and. No one said a word, not a sound. A long count of three, another breath, and I began to move.With head down now, I walked quickly to the wash basins and began to wash my shaking hands. I know I was beet red, right down to my breasts. I could feel the heat of it. I was mortified and felt one foot tall.A woman, an older one, stood beside me. I had sort of pinned her there when I had blindly picked this washbowl. As I reached for some paper towels to dry my shaking hands, I heard her inhale – the. There was lust. I again put my hand on his lund and asked, “Iqbal, bhaiyya yeh kya hai itna sakht sa?” He replied, “Aapko pata nahin hai, yeh kya hai, lund hai mera.” I said, “Yeh itna sakht kyun hai?”He said, “Huma baji, aap itni der se mujhe apni gaand dikha rahi hain matka matka ke aur doodh dikha rahi hain, to yeh khada bhi nahin hoga kya?” I held his dick firmly and said, “Bhaiyya to yeh mujhe dekh ke aise ho gaya hai, ab yeh theek kaise hoga?”He said, “Huma baji, yeh apne aap to theek.