Finally able to sit up I hold her close as she clutches onto me like she needs me to protect her from something. She grinds on me and I honestly wanna...cum inside her then and there. We're both coated with sweat as I roll her onto her back and grab her hips so that I can thrust my cock back into her making her gasp. I waste no time in rocking my hips fucking her. Not rough but passionate. Her tits are bouncing up and down and her hair is flared all over the place. Her eyes are closed and she's. My hands moved up her dress, over the bunched up material at her waist, past the tips of her dark blond hair that were flowing from her head to below her shoulders and up to the straps of the dress. I slowly slid the straps of her shoulders and pulled the dress down. I went slow. The material was elastic and tight. It would hold up on its own as long as she stood still so I could slowly pull it down and reveal what I wanted to see millimeter by millimeter. I heard her breathing intensify as she. "I shuddered at the thought! "Thanks a bunch," I said, "I'll never live this down you know."Tessa apologised, and we got chatting over a cup of tea. She told me she was born in Brazil, which explained her tanned skin and long wavy dark hair. I could just imagine her walking topless across the beach, ample breasts bobbing up and down, and one of those skimpy thongs disappearing between her bottom cheeks! As if reading my mind, she crossed her legs, revealing the tops of her stockings and a tiny. She said she had a decent boobs. And then it has grown slight bigger after her marriage. Then I pulled her saree down and went nearer to her. And started to touch both of her boobs. Then I came to know that she was enjoying my touch on her boobs. Her nipples started getting harder. I slightly rubbed her nipples and stopped there. I wanted her to feel heat too. I didn’t want her to feel that i’m desperate for sex. Then we had dinner. She came to me and asked for a blanket to sleep down since it.