Then I moved my hand to he pussy, she resist for long but my hand reached there and now she spread her legs to give way to my hand and I put my hand o... her pussy. It was really too little. I was now rubbing her pussy by my one hand and my other hand was on her boob. She said me this is not right before marriage, don’t do like this. I continuously am kissing her. I put my hand under her bra she was shivering with fear and shyness. I squeezed her boobs. Then I asked her to remove her underwear. As I made my way towards the room door, which was ajar, I heard a strange noise. Moving quietly, I sneaked a look and was flabbergasted. Mum and Margaret were sat snogging on the settee, mum had her hands-on Margaret’s tits and Margaret did the same back. I had a good view and was sure they couldn’t see me. After a minute or so Margaret lifted mums top over her head.And then felt her tits again, as they kissed. Mum unbuttoned Margaret’s blouse and pushed it off her shoulders. Now I was getting. "We ate while Lena and Tamara were admiring the watch."You have good taste in watches. Why don't you have one for yourself?" asked Tamara."I have several watches. The one I wear most of the time is one my mother brought me from Switzerland."I went upstairs with the girls to help them and we spent the rest of the evening organizing. I ended up going to bed while Tamara was still upstairs. I vaguely remember her snuggling up against me when she came to bed.Wednesday morning arrived with a. The aureole surrounding the thick nipple was pink and I started licking it. I bent down to take it all in my mouth but Neeta stepped back. For once, she seemed perfectly sober. She made no move to clothe herself, I pulled herself to me and I bent down and stroked the nipple, then put my mouth on it and sucked and sucked while my cock groaned against my zipper.“Oh, you sweet boy,” she was saying. “You sweet, sweet boy.”It took both my hands to hold her boobs and was sucking them. I flicked at it.