Aaaj nahin toh kal mujhe uske woh mast hoth choosne ko jaroor milengi. Ab uske bhi thode bhaav change ho gaye. Mujhe pahle se bhi jyada tease karne la...i.. aur main bhi baat baat mein usko daboch kar apna gussa dikhane laga.Woh ab mujh se ekdum chipak kar baithi thi. Game on tha lekin dimag jo hai woh kabhi santusht hee nahin hota. Dimag mein yahi chal raha tha kaise aaj hee iske saath sex kar sakoon. Aur pictures aa rahi thin kaise uske kapde utaroonga, uski nangi body kaisee dikhti hogi. Par. You hear how wet I am as my fingers work frantically in and out of my cunt rubbing my clit and g-spot in turn. ‘That’s right Theresa’, you say, ‘DO it for me.’ My eyes meet yours and then roll back in my head as I feel my orgasm building deep from within. I am purring like a cat in heat…a low guttural moan escapes my lips. ‘Shhh, you don’t need to make a sound to pleasure yourself.’ You whisper again, knowing full aware that the car windows are open and our neighbors may become aware of our. She moans, she is still asleep, she starts to rock her pelvis back and forth. I raise myself up and pull her over to her back. I bend her knees and spread her legs, opening her to me. I stare at her pussy lips glistening with the juice of her desire. I move myself between her legs and breathe in her aroma. Reaching up with my left hand I fondle her breasts, pulling her nipples while my right hand is pressing down on her thigh, making sure her pussy stays open to me.I hungrily lower my face to. I noticed the difference in their accents, Florence had that gentle middle class polite accent, whereas Margaret’s was more of the cockney accent of East London, from where she was from as I was to find out later. Once it was ready Florence brought it to us on a tray and placed in on the coffee table in front of us, then returned with a platter of pastries. Margaret poured Tea for all of us, something she enjoyed as the hostess. We enjoyed it as we chatted, or rather Margaret and Darleen talked.