Suddenly Swati moved a little to adjust herself by moving her hip down in her seat, maybe due to the touch of Chetan’s cold finger. Chetan waited fo... 10 min and again gathered his courage, he was breathing very heavily and his hand was shaking but he still decided to continue with his exploration of unknown mountains. Again in 2 min his fingers were on the peak and he was touching Swati’s nipples. After lightly pressing and touching Swati’s boob for 20 min Chetan decided to take the act. His hands easily became lost in her cascading black hair. It was one of the things that he found most attractive about her and he now took his time becoming acquainted with its rich, wholesome aroma – the aroma of the beach, his favourite of all places.Claudia’s fingers had by this time reached the very base of his torso. Tactile and salty as his skin was with the sweat of competition and the salty tang of the sea; she found him extremely alluring. Pulling away from him reluctantly, she looked. Life had been good to us both and with that thought I plated up the meals and delivered them to a few hungry mouths before tucking in myself. A candle lit meal for three.We had chillout music playing in the background that reminded us of out clubbing days while we ate, drank and talked about life, loves and all things Australian. After the meal the dishwasher made quick work of everything as we relaxed once again with our bellies full and another bottle or red. Conversation flowed so easily. I made her nipple and aureole wet with my saliva, sweeping my tongue around and around the blood-engorged nipple. I sucked her nipple into my mouth and touched my teeth to it. I wasn't biting--just letting her feel the hardness of the enamel against her sensitive skin.Sherrie was not a very vocal lover. Her commentary was mostly limited to low murmurs that were unintelligible and the occasional "Oh, my precious" when we were making love. Tonight she was confining herself to soft moans and.