" I excitedly said. "Looks like your ready to go now." Doug told me. "Oh?" I grinned, "It looks like your more ready than me!" looking down at his e...ect cock tenting his pajamas bottoms. "I see you like the idea as much as me!" "Well I'm not going to argue." He responded with much enthusiasm. With that Doug got up and removed my robe pulling me down on the bed. His cock was rock hard in his pajamas as he rubbed my bare pussy with his hand. I stroked him setting it free hoping he could hold. I groped up her flank until I found one of those firm, fleshy breasts, and slowly caressed it like I did to mine when I masturbated. Carrie groaned charitably into my mouth as her body shifted and writhed against mine. I was starting to feel hot, claustrophobic in my clothes.Carrie arched her back up and my hands latched onto her breasts, clumsily pawing. I felt like a teenage boy. Like an awkward virgin again.I felt her hot breath on my face, and then she straddled my waist, sitting upright.. Let us go to the actual story, which I wanted to say here, which happened when I was 19. One day my sister Kamala came to our house alone from mumbai, where she was staying with her husband. The whole day she was crying, when I asked her she didn’t say anything. I thought she had a fight with her husband. She had been married for 3 years without baby and probably her neighbors might have upset her with filthy comments. I went to play cricket and came back home around 8 pm.After dinner my mother. ” I tried to protest, but then her thumb wiggled in my bowel, and I felt like a perverted kind of finger puppet. My breathing got faster and faster, and between the wiggling of her thumb in my bum, the cramps still rolling through my stomach, and her other hand - wait, her other hand was rubbing and kneading my pussy now! A new feeling took hold of me, a very strange, lightweight, almost floating feeling. Without realizing it, my knees spread to the sides as far as they could, making her access.