A cup." Jane announced."Is that good?" Bob asked, seriously."I don't know if it's good." Jane reasoned. "It's a little on the small side for a grown w...man, but rather big for a guy." She winked. "Maybe just about right for a growing young woman though." What size are you?" Bob asked innocently."That's not something you ask a lady, Hon." Jane warned. "You know my size." Bob countered. "I thought we had no secrets." I'm a 34 B if you must know." Jane announced. "No secrets." You're very. Her red hair was parted on the side and smooth to her head in front, but in back various locks were jet black, as if only that portion had been dyed. It was possible they were extensions, but I wasn’t going to ask. The length of her hair fell in loose curls down her back and a black hair band or something similar held her hair back. Her dress was made entirely of black latex. Her upper arms, shoulders, breasts, abs, hips and thighs were all encased in the tight material with loose trumpeted. I was jealous of Zakir.He licked her navel and gave her oral pleasure by licking her pussy in a standing position. Her juices were flowing out of her hole.After a few minutes, Deepa aunty got down on her knees to give him a blowjob. She was sucking his cock so nicely. No young girl can do it that way. Then he blew his cum inside her mouth while she was sucking. She threw his cum in the washroom.Then they both again started cuddling. Kissing and foreplay got him hard again. Now he asked Deepa. For once, her butt was pushed into my pelvis so I could feel every curve, yet my cock wasn't buried inside the crack.I could feel her left breast in my left hand. I wasn't grasping it, just resting the palm of my hand on it, seemingly of its own volition. The breast was firm and strong but relaxed, the nipple slack in my hand. My right hand was laying on its back, on the mattress, her body on top of the forearm.We were both buried in the blankets, the tops just above my chin.Something woke me.