. it was huge and my hands were not that big enough to cup it. some how managed to cup it and I started squeeze it and play.. she was moaning aaahhh.....aaahh.. bite slowly it pains.. wow.. I was sucking them like a baby and her nipple became red in colour. She said to remove her saree entirely and make her nude but told it with 1 condition saying I shouldn’t hurry will making her nude..I didn’t know what to do.. I was removing her saree slowly and somehow removed it. Then it was her pavadda. I just go crazy and yes I am wet down there. I ask him to bite my nipple(you will feel superb if your man knows to bite the right way to make u moan). He just goes kissing and licking my body all over. I feel ticklish so I stop him. But he knows his tactics to play on me. From all these days being with him I am 100 confident that he is one of the best kisser, boob sucker, lick and as well and fucker for a long period. A woman who has the same interest would love being with him and I was lucky. I started massaging her scalp and the side of her head bringing a flush to her ears. I then blew my breath on her ears and gently licked them as I moved to her neck and shoulders. I moved down her back massaging outwardly from her spine down the side and back of her arms. I then started massaging her buttocks. When I started doing this, her legs spread apart giving me access to the inner thighs, ass and pubic area. I wanted to stop there and give in to my passion, but I did not. I moved down to. But I was equally lucky, too, that she paid me any attention at all (since I was a lot older, white, and had a small cock); and yet she didn't mock me for these things. To her, I was a good friend. To me, she was so much more than just a good friend! It was perhaps crazy to say that I 'loved' her, but what other word so well described the feelings I have for her, than 'love?'Of course, I was well aware that nothing would ever transpire between her and I, other than some of those long chats we.