I said in low voice Lakhsmi I love you. She said I like you. Dam it I wasted many months, I cursed my self. I took her hand and put my hip. She held i... tightly. Since there was no traffic I held her hand put it on my bulge. She started pressing it. I was in heaven. I stopped my bike and removed my shirt from pant and covered her hand with my jacket and she covered her hand with saree. It was comfortable “pressing” I asked her to open the zip, she opened it and took out fully erect penis outside. She didn’t look at me. She just lowered until she was sitting on my face! It was crazy! She had targeted herself to my nose and had never once even looked! How in the hell do girls do that? She was wearing a thin, thigh-length skirt and she didn't push it up to sit. She just sat on my face with her skirt like it would be if she was sitting at her desk at school. Every time she spoke to her friend, the vibrations from the core of her body resonated through my skull. It was so different because. I had a hard time not thinking about it. David and I had talked about trying some swinging, but never really did anything about it. Pretty soon, we were all getting pretty loaded, when the subject of sex came up. Surprisingly, it wasn’t too long before the guys had convinced Mary and I to remove our bikini tops. We both did at the same time and got some oohs and ahhs from the guys. That’s when Mary said that it was only fair if the guys returned the favor and took off their trunks. It wasn’t. We keep spooning for a bit and I’m starting to brush my hand through her hair: “I love you, darling.” “I love you too, dad.” She’s right. It is great to feel someone else’s body warmth against your skin. Feelings of content and cosiness are streaming through my body. “Aah, so nice!” I’m hearing Ava say again. “Let me just turn around, the splint of the arm I’m lying on is getting sore.” “Sure darling.” Ava turns around, facing me now. She pushes her breasts against my chest. I’m putting my hand.