Her name is Manisha. I really don’t know about her figure, to be frank i never cared to measure that, and i am damn sure a normal person would not c...re to measure the stats for having sex. Few words about her she was slim, very fair in complexion with mediun size boobs and ass! She was very beautiful. She was 30years at the time of this incident. She is a mother of a 4 year old kid but she looks fab. I always wanted to fuck her. I always masturbated fantasizing about her. My chacha on the other. It was Saturday, she was not enforcing any rules on anyone if she could help it. But in her heart, there was a moment of jealousy. ‘What would it be like to be touched by someone else?’ She wondered passing a teen couple holding hands, shyly looking at the other and then the guy stole a rather deep kiss from his girlfriend. It struck her as an odd thought that needed clarification. Certainly she had been ‘touched’: hugs, pats on the back, hand shakes. But none with a romantic intent. She. His whole body is now pressed to my back, and he kisses and teases my neck with his tongue, I feel his hot breath and moan in appreciation. Now he turns me around so we are face to face and kisses me on the lips, softly at first, and I feel his heart hammering like my own. My legs have gone to jelly and I have to hang on to him so that they do not buckle underneath me. As our kisses become deeper, tongues exploring each others mouths, his hands slide under my dress and he puts his hands on my. “Oh fuck!” Elise moaned as I started to pick up speed.“How does this feel?” I asked, pushing her legs closer and closer to her chest.“Jesus, this is incredible! I should have tried this years ago!”A drunken grin on her face, she started rubbing her pussy, trying to invoke more pleasure. I was certainly enjoying myself as well, bathing in the joy of sexual conquest. I changed my position into a crouch, lifting her lower body up. I grabbed her headboard, now having more room and leverage as I.