Anyway, he pulled my tee-shirt over my head and surprised me by kissing my nipples. Oh, God, that felt good!After a while, I couldn't take it any long...r and pushed him back long enough to pull off his tee-shirt. I then grabbed him in a hug so that I could press my tits into his chest. Yes, I was now classifiable as an A-cup, so I did have something to push against him. The hugging made it impossible for him to kiss and suck my nipples, but we compensated with French-kisses. We had learned to do. I took the cup of tea and examined Preeti’s thick hair between my fingers. “It was butt length before I had it trimmed,” said Preeti, trying to strike a conversation. She looked rather cute in my vest and boxers.Her boobs were standing up on their own without the support of a bra. I kept the teacup on the counter and wrapped my hands around Preeti’s waist, burying my nose in her head. Luckily she didn’t object to my advances. I grew bolder and turned her around.Holding her face, I kissed her. Shanaya moaned softly as my hand massaged her firm B cup breasts, rubbing it against the palm of my hand. Shanaya had never felt such an intense sensation in her vulva and her vagina before as she pressed against me – an ache, a deep desire, to feel my touch me – to feel me in her and she moaned loudly.I was really tensed at that time. I pulled her saree from her body and threw it on the floor. Then I started pulling her petticoat by loosening the knot of the petticoat. I pressed her legs with. I pulled on a pair of underwear and my jeans and tee shirt. Iput on my tennis shoes and ran next door to retrieve the phone numbers.On my way there my shoe came off and I left it lay in the lawn. I satat the kitchen table with the phone in my hand wondering what I wouldsay to Carol. I went to the master bedroom and opened the drawer thatturned on the message. I watched it again and again and then took thetape and the blue body suit. I took them home along with the phonenumbers and when I got.