Every once in a while she would kinda shift herself to be just a little closer to me, and would feed me small fruits by hand. I don't know why now, bu... trying to fuck her just didn't seem important, and I liked just being with her.A few hours went by, and that little voice in my head started up again."So, you don't have a name?" Mm, no. Not that I know of, or that you said it is. Must I have a name?" Well... I'd think, if I wanted to call you out from others around you. How would I do that?". " Kels held Sarahs face to the seat and made sure she got every drop. She then took her golden hair and used it to mop the rest of the wetness from the seat. In the mean time, Mr. Driver called back and explained that he didn't have the bus tonight but a limo. There was a "birthday" party and he said they were some pretty randy women. He could tell they were horny. They were doing the strip club/bar circuit and kept talking about dudes they were frustrating at the bars. I said, "Bring 'em. She might just lower her nightie and go to sleep with heat and pain in her pussy for some gentle cock.Uncle being a businessman many of his friends use to visit him at home and aunty use to be casual with them just like other desi housewives. Out of them all, she got a bit close with Praveen (real name). He was about 30 years old, unmarried with an average body having a height of about 6’0’’ and a little bit of beer belly. He looked smart in his beard. I had seen him watching her ass as she. She felt the depression on the bed and the gentle brush of finger tips on her face as her wet hair was tucked behind her ear. She bit her lip as she slowly opened her eyes not at all surprised to see Rafa smiling back at her. He quickly leaned in and kissed her gently. She slid her hand up his tan forearms and then squeezed his massive biceps. She slid them down his chest and then she wrapped her arms around his bare chest as she brought herself closer to him. The second her breast came in.