So, my mindset was to let go, and I started pushing back, the need to cum overtaking the embarrassment of doing it without taking my underwear off.But...then, just as I was going to cum, she let go and got up, looking down at me. My dick throbbed against the front of my boxers, a small wet spot giving away my condition. My hips were still thrusting as if she was still sliding up against me.“Fuck, Krista, why did you stop? I was riiiight there.”“Because I’m not done,” and she slipped her thumbs. For the last few years, Louise’s nickname for Fiona had been “Midget”, or Midge for short. When Fiona and I were ten, she had asked me to kiss her, behind the garden shed in her back yard. Naturally, I did, and I had kind of hoped things might go further, but they never did. You may be wondering why, if I was such good friends with this pretty little china doll sex goddess, why didn’t I make some moves on her? The best explanation I can give, is that I was very unsure of myself with girls. . Inside i saw a gorgeous women, she was around 28 and was looking stunning in kurti and leggings .. Seat belt gave a some pump to her breast which made her look busty, more like a sex bomb … I was dumb struck.. Gave her a small gaze and with a warm smile got inside the car…She took me to her flat which was near hebbal and on the way we had good conversation.. We spoke about everything other than sex and our personal lives.. She was all alone that day at her home, and requested me to stay over. Trying to hide the odor of vaporized snatch juice from Connie was impossible."Mmmm, those old actresses must have carried on in their costumes rather regularly," Connie said under her breath as she strolled up to the couch and noticed a large wet spot in the middle of the center cushion. "Perspiration from your studying?" she asked as she pushed her right forefinger up against the wet spot, then brought it up and tasted it. "Ummm. If anyone knows the taste of snatch juice, honey, Connie does..