I could see her white bra through the cotton material, I expected her to be wearing a robe or something. I looked a little surprised at her attire and...she calmly said to me, “Robert and I are going for a meal baby, do you want to join us?" “No I’m good baby, go and enjoy yourselves,” I replied. With that, she kissed me and they ran out the door. I wondered why she had gotten fully dressed, now I knew why. Suddenly, I thought of the whiskey glass upstairs and ran like crazy to see if it was. Emma was so scared of everything, and at the same time, I felt like I was falling in love with her." Oh my god, really?" I think so, I wanted to help her any way I could. And, the other night, she asked me - well - she kind of begged me - she said she needed help." What do you mean?" She was, I mean, Emma was sort of nervous about things, and she was acting funny around me." What about?" Well, we talked a lot about her being so tense, and I really tried to be as supportive as I could, in every. Omg what a scene she was looking like a goddess. As i was smooching my hands had already entered her boobs and milking her. I slowly strip her and the sari and blouse and panty disappeared in no time, i bent down and sucked her big milky boobs and in other hand was milking her other boobs milk was flowing into my mouth and i was swallowing the sweet nectar flowing down her other boob and was dripping down her white belly into her fat navel and into her pussy.I kept sucking her in between taking. She began to fuck herself in a steady motion. “Try to match my motions with a little more pressure on my clit.............and I’ll take us a little higher....it just feels so fucking good to build it up...I’ll just cum and cum and cum........”She was so right. There was a molten heat in the quivering fever that our fingers generated. Rubbing the slippery nub of her clit, I could sense a raw sexual energy waiting to detonate. “Now........dammit.........now!” she gasped.........Her breaths were.