“What is she like?” I said to Jane, raising my eyes to the ceiling.Jane crossed her legs and shifted in her seat. Her cheeks and lips looked redde... than before.”We’re not embarrassing you are we Jane?” I asked, “If we are I apologise” I addedShe had re gained her composure. “Not at all, I’m very broad minded” she giggled. Keri shot me a knowing glance. We said our goodbyes and Jane delayed us a little longer than necessary as we were trying to leave. She was interested. What she thought were. She actually gave out a little moan. Holding a hand up half protesting she then gave up by I noticed rather than putting it back over her head she put it under her body near her crotch.I could see her fingers against the black leggings she was touching her pussy.Moving across I changed legs but spread them a little wider and this time really pushed my cock against her. She moaned again into the pillow and was definitely rubbing herself as she said my feet are my weakness. I asked her about. ..My mom is one of those typical Indian women who always d****d themselves in the traditional saree and there is nothing better an Indian woman can wear.My mom was the average kind of woman..not too fat but not on the skinny side either.Her breasts were of 38D nice wide hips and long legs.Her wheatish skin was always a complement to her beauty along with her shoulder length straight black hair.She always wore that low cut blouses revealing her smooth skin at her back and her sarees were worn. Not with Mom and Dad next door, the walls are paper thin. I’d never be able to face them tomorrow over breakfast.”I resign myself to a sexless night, since getting together we’ve made love nearly every day, so it’s going to be a struggle. Jen soon drops off to sleep but I’m not tired at all, my mind is still on sex and I need satisfaction. Eventually I drift into a light sleep, but it’s soon broken, I squint at the clock 1.54am. I can’t get comfortable in a strange bed, not even in a plush.