Maine hath uske top ke upar se boob pe rakh diya aur dabane lga. Dhire dhire, aur kiss karte raha. Woh kuch nahi bol rahi thi.Maine uska top upar kiya... Aur bra ke upar se dabane lga. Bohut hi soft boobs the. Ek dum fresh, bohut garam ho raha tha main. Maza aa raha tha. Maine uska hath leke mere shorts ke upar se mere lund pe rakh diya. Usne pakda nahi tha par main kiss karte raha.Bra par se boob daba raha tha. Fir maine hath piche kar ke bra ka hook khola. Aur bra upar kar ke directly boob. It would soon be the ceremony of induction on the altar of impalement. It would seal the change in her status that signaled her acceptance into the Sisterhood of the Black Cat.Her nether regions were trembling because the thought of her initiation brought wicked images to her mind and she struggled to restrain the leaking of juices from between her legs. She shifted her legs and pressed her knees together tightly. It had the opposite effect and her female liquids ran down the inside of her. I ran my tongue up her soles several times, making sure to savor the flavor. It must have been about ten minutes by the time I stopped. She looked over her shoulder when she felt the absence of a tongue on her soles."You done back there, buddy?" She said, sounding disgusted. When she spoke, though, I realized she was breathing heavily. Did she like that? Hell, how couldn't she?"No, actually." I said, gaining confidence. "Sit on your ass and hold your legs out." I was gonna have some fun.She. After much deliberation she gave her hand and as i pulled her up from the bean bag with enough strength she got up and in a typically filmy style she fell on my chest and her hair on my face.Her hair got entangled on my facial hair and we were both close enough, as we separated our respective selves.this was one moment that could have written cinema of 60s’ again with enough romance and passion. For the first time in the evening she said “Saab aap bahut achche hain.”(sir you are a nice man).I.