The heated agitation of Erika was not primarily due to the shallow penetration of Ben’s tongue. In Erika’s sensually alive mind, the probing of he... lover’s tongue was a thrilling token of his sexual hunger. It filled her with the expectation of his fingers, his cock thrusting into her: it was foreplay of what she knew was to come. Besides, most of her pussy’s pulsating heat and the welling-up juices resulted from Ben’s tonguing of her clit.It was as much her doing as Ben’s. Whenever his. I licked her boobs one after other one watching her facial expressions it was unforgettable.She kept her hands inside my shirt and scratching my back with her nails in excitement.I went further down and kissed her navel area my squeezing her waist saying what i did her last night.She hit me lightly saying naughty and kissed me.I lifted her saree up from down till her thighs and kissed it saying her that i touched it last night.She smiled and askedV:inkem chesav naughtyR:ni veepu mida ila muddu. “That’s cold!” Erica said as she slowly sat up. “Are we really going out to see the sun rise?”“I believe the AI was using Celsius. It’s sounds like a typical spring morning. It won’t be warm enough to sit around in a bikini, but it won’t be that cold. Let’s get some clothing and head out,” I replied. “AI, does the replicator have the formula for some simple black fleece sweat pants?”“The replicator does have that pattern,” the AI replied.“I’ll take the sweat pants and a white t-shirt in my. ‘How did you find this place?’ I asked him. He pointed to our left. ‘My grandmother is buried way over there,’ he said. I reached out and pressed his shoulder sympathetically. He continued. ‘I came here for her funeral two years ago, and I noticed it was very peaceful here. I mean, duh, it’s a graveyard. But I’d never thought about it before. I forgot about it, though, until my fiancé left me. One night, I felt like I had to get out of the house, and I remembered this place. So I came down.