I loved those little moments, those ones where he couldn’t stop himself from giving in, just a little bit. I loved the sharp intake of breath as he ...lid his cock against me, the soft but resonant groan as I shifted my hips and felt his twitch against me.He pinched my nipples and I smiled; one hand continued cupping my breast as the other traced intricate little patterns down my ribs and stomach until it reached my mound. In contrast to the slow, lingering pace he’d started with, his fingers. She didnt feel the slightest guilt either, it didnt even feel strange or awkward to her, and she couldnt wait to do it again.She squatted over the floor jet, sighing as the spray massaged her still sore pussy. Jack picked that time to come in and take advantage of her position, walking right under the spraying water to shove his nose in her pussy. His tongue swiped across her very sensitive hole and she slid down onto her back…water falling all over her body and Jacks tongue slurping. Her panty lines were visible through her short white skirt. It was a real turn on to him, seeing the shape of her panties. She had dirty, blonde, wavy hair. Her pointy nipples poked through her violet top. The contrast between her small boobs and big butt was lovely. He imagined nibbling on her supple behind while fondling her perky breasts. If only he could have some of that, he thought, it would be a dream come true. She turned her head back toward him with a knowing look. He realized that. My mind is all over the place. I've never been so impulsive but Gauri has a hold over me like no woman ever has before. I've gotten self-righteous about nightclub 'hook-ups' and one-night stands many times in the past, yet here I am, about to go home with someone I just met. I get a strong feeling, though, that this isn't going to be a one-night stand. I feel something real between me and Gauri, something special. We're at the door when I remember something and tug her hand to stop. "Hold on,.