I could feel some movement as our Hero came up through the stairs. He was topless as usual and he wore his dhoti.He came near Riya and he had his mat ...n his hand. He spread it on the floor. He then went close to her. My heart beat was around 150 bpm let alone Riya’s. He slowly pulled her close to him and his bare belly pressing on to hers. He made her sit on the mat.Then he placed both hands on her shoulders and pushed her backwards. She was now on her back lying on the mat. He placed his hands. It took another ten minutes for them to finally get through. ‘Looks like we’re okay now,’ Kirsten said, leaning back contentedly in her seat and glancing out of the window as they eased along the long drive. The heavy artillery of security cameras made her feel like they were entering the set of a James Bond movie. Some were fixed, while others were sweeping back and forth across the area in one-eighty-degree arcs. The heavily-lit tree lined drive was impressive enough, but as the road led to. Not breaking our kissing, I sat down on the couch, with her on top of me. She didn’t protest. Her tongue traced the outside of my bottom lip, and she pressed down against me. I was getting wetter every second, and feeling her tits pressing into mine wasn’t exactly improving my self-control. I knew she could feel my nipples hardening and pressing into her. My breath was quickening, and so was hers. Her hands slipped down and squeezed my ass. I moaned in surprise against her mouth, my back. Even though she looked hot, I thought what a shame as she would probably be too tight and small for my cock. I found out later that her boy friend back in the Philippines was almost as thick as me and about 6 inches long. She told me that they liked to watch live sex shows together and that she was particularly interested and impressed with the women who used dildo, coke bottles and cucumbers in their performances. We met in late fall and celebrated New Years Eve together. The dress she wore.