You present it to me and, stirred, I break my stride to cup your face in my palms. Rising on tiptoe, I kiss your lips, my stomach tightening, flutteri...g – as it does whenever I’m with you. You smile and trail a hand slowly down my arm. Then you gently kiss my neck before placing both hands daringly on my buttocks. You squeeze teasingly... but I pull away as a jogger runs past, nodding a greeting as he goes.I throw you a look which says, put your hands back where they were, and I think you might. However, I do not know, if you will forgive my action in the theatre.” “Do you mean to say that you both did something, under the shawl? Please tell me truthfully. Please, I assure you, no, I promise you. I will not feel bad at all. I swear that I shall not be scornful or angry.” Sunita appeared cagey, but I felt that she was gradually feeling more at ease as she started, “Well, he caught my hand and placed it on his thigh. He also rubbed his hand on my thighs.” “His hand was over my saree.. She was easily the hottest woman who had ever gone for him. He couldn’t stop smiling. He couldn’t break eye contact. He fucked her hard but kept it slow enough for him to go on for a long time.She breathed hot and wet. She cooed and sex felt fifty times more pleasurable, more intimate, more right, than it had ever had. Her heart was thundering. If she closed her eyes, she was lost at sea. If she looked into his, she was chained to the rocks. Her voice kicked up octave after octave as her. She lifted her legs up onto my shoulders as she wiggled her butt back and forth as I fucked her tight little pussy. My sister was certainly lots more grown-up than I remembered. She was a hot girl who obviously loved sex and was relaxed and sure in her sexuality. She loved to fuck and she seemed proud of it."Boy, my little sister seems all grown up these days." Oh, I was hoping you'd notice, I've been wanting this for a long time, you know." No, I guess I didn't know," I admitted."Well, I have.