My clit was on fire. I rubbed with purpose and rhythm. I worked myself slowly and firmly. I slipped my finger, still glistening with my spit and desir..., into myself once more. I felt how my finger slid against my aching pussy. I enjoyed a light tingle from deep within. My loud and slow exhale filled the otherwise silent bedroom.I had been masturbating like this for the past twenty minutes or more and was getting close to a big finish. However, I kepted pausing to read and then to type on my. His balls where smooth and his pubic hair was trimmed nicely. I was impressed that a man of his age would be so well groomed. He placed his hand on mine and I adjusted my fingers (which at the time was wandering from his balls to the base of his shaft) to take hold of his thick cock and I noticed I was using my index to rub the ridges of the tip of his cock. He liked it as his member started throbbing in my hand immediately. This was getting exciting. He began to move both of our hands up and. I chuckled. Having those words floating around the condominium complex was a great way to troll for new members to our little swing group.Erin woke up just as Sara appeared in the patio doorway. Sara asked, "I heard her scream; is she all right?"I said, "Yes. She just got overloaded with pleasure." You said you'd do that to me too." Let's do it in the master bedroom. I don't want a second woman screaming about sex from our balcony. It might adversely impact my professional image. I don't want. Then I thought she is not that kind of girl.However, the opportunity came to me with time. It was our college fresher’s day. Our seniors asked us to perform skits. Sindhu and I did not participate in any skits but helped our friends with costumes and makeup stuff. We were provided an empty classroom in one corner for the skit preparations. While helping with makeup, she said she brought a half saree for the party. But she doesn’t want to change there as the room is people and she is afraid of.