“Oh I’m so sorry” I took my hand away from her, with a lost look in my face. I pretended to be sad. She was looking at my eyes for a while, and ...he smiled again.“It is ok, my darling. I want that. Keep it up” she cuddled herself to me.I started feeling her again. Starting from her left boob, I played with it every way possible, as I mentioned in the earlier part and then I played with her nipple of that boob through her abaya and bra. She held my working hand with her left hand, and pressed it. Then I let my dress drop to the floor, showing her my matching red knickers. She then undid her blouse. As she spread it I saw her lacy bra and her beautiful tits. She took the blouse off and undid her skirt. She too had matching knickers under her skirt. We stood there facing each other in our underwear. I tried to look at all of her at once. It drove me crazy. She lay back on the bed and beckoned me to join her. I walked over slowly and lay next to her. We kissed, slowly and lovingly. Not a. What do you want to do?”“Sweetheart, I’m a hungry guy, and you’re on the menu.If anything, her cheeks grew redder. She knew what he meant. “You don’t have to do that, it’s not necessary, and anyway, I don’t think it’s a good idea.”What is it with girls and complicated rules? “You’re not saying no, are you?” It was more of a statement than a question.“No, but—”“But nothing.” It took a supreme effort to stay cool when his fingers hooked under the waistband of her bikini style underpants. Sliding. He pulled out of her and started to stand up.He looked at me and said “thanks, that was awesome”. I said “thank her, not me”. She stayed on the floor. Her legs were spread wide. She reached down with one hand and started rubbing her pussy, with her other hand she rubbed her breast. She was mostly staring at me as she did so.He started to put his pants back on, we both watched her play with herself. I moved to look at her swollen pussy. I could see some of his cum draining from her and smeared.