So, before I could actually go through with it, I took my hard cock in one hand, used the fingers of my other to spread open her pussy lips at the top...to expose her tiny clit. Misty moaned a very sexual moan as I exposed her clit. I touched its pinkness as it stood out there, finally uncovered. As I touched it, Misty jerked a little from the touch. With her clit now showing, I was ready to test just how far we would go. In a move that mocked thrusting, I slid the underside of my hard shaft. It was tempting to roll into bed (or someother part of the house) to continue our romps, but weapplied a good measure of self-discipline and "saved"ourselves for this evening. Not that we were absolutelychaste; as we ate showered, ate lunch, and went about ourday, we both engaged in quick gropes and playful double-entendres. Much of the afternoon was spent reading on thedeck. On your recommendation, I read "Vox," and you read mycopy of "Delta of Venus" by Anais Nin-I never leave homewithout it.. ‘Goddamn it, Donnie, why do you have to run your mouth? Just tell them to go home and leave it at that.’ Donnie looked sheepish. ‘I’m sorry, Russ. They just pissed me off, acting like I’m too stupid to know she ain’t twenty-one.’ ‘Next time you mouth off like that, I’m not lifting a hand to help you.’ Donnie grinned. ‘Oh, come on. You’re built like a fucking tank. I bet you didn’t even feel that punch.’ When I finished telling the story to Anthony, he laughed and shook his head. ‘You gotta find. Once on a rainy night when we were sitting in her drawing room after dinner and were raining like a hell outside, Tanuja bhabi was dressed in my favorite color shalwar Kameez suit and smelling like a jasmine flowers. Suddenly she asked me, ” When will be marrying, bhaiya (brother)? Tell me what kind of girl should I look for, for you?” (This is common in India that sisters search bride for their brothers).She did not know about my girlfriend Tulika.I do not know from where I got all this.