In one motion, he slid his body out from underneath my head and swiveled around behind me. I turned around, as I was still enamored with his cock, wan...ing more of it. He aggressively took off my clothes. First my black shirt, then my bra. Keeping my silver necklace on, he began kissing my neck from behind. He grasped my tits in his hands and carressed them, rolling my nipples between his fingers. He inflicted his own brand of torture on me, pinching my nipples hard and releasing them before I. Clouds darken the sky, and snow lightning, a rare phenomenon, splinters the inky blackness. Sleep has eluded her once again, and she is restless. Snow covers the ground and frost creeps into the corners of the window pane. She stirs the embers in the fireplace and lays an armful of logs on the grate. In her sheer, white nightdress she looks like a ghost in the light of the flames, but in reality, she is no ghost. She still has a body, soft and supple, with beautiful curves, full breasts. Shikha smiled and whispered in my ear“I’m sure you would be impressed.”We went in and enjoyed a lot more dancing. It was 11 pm and I decided it was time to head back to the home. Some of the group came with me. Shikha wanted to leave but Tushar wanted to stay and go out with his friends. He stayed and with the others continued on the night.When out of the party hall. I asked how would you like to go home by cab or should I drop you on my bike. She said, “Can you drop me at home?” I was more. She wore a bathrobe and when she looked up it came apart a little, so I saw about half of her breasts.“Oh, I’m sorry,” she said and closed it. Too late - I had a hard-on and I knew she saw it through my shorts because she smiled at me.Since that day there had been a tension between us. I knew that she knew that I wanted to fuck her. Every time we were around each other we stole glances and one day she had actually gently squeezed my cock when Clara went to the bathroom.“I want you,” she.