She also do not use to mind, if i bang her bumps coming from back or press her bumbs with my dick. It then came holy. I festival when you cannot mind ...hatever you do. Bhabhi was wearing white sari, white blouse and black bra. We were playing a formal holy with our family and friends. Since everyone was there i was putting colors only on her cheeks.After some time, our family holy got over and i went to my friends. I came after an hour and found that everyone accept bhabhi were out of home to. If I was to date the film, I would say late Eighties, because they all looked as they had then. Not long after the original Teresa's Torture had been made, I'd guess.I knew Mum used to speak with them sometimes on the phone about me, and she had met them once or twice. I had no idea in any way of anything else happening. I had sensed an undercurrent somehow though, of their interest in my sexual behaviour and thoughts at the time, and also that they had some unspoken interest in Teresa. It had. As I got hard she sat on the dick and started humping me slowly. Slowly the sounds increased and she was on the verge of orgasm. I opened my eyes and started kneading her boobs and pinching her nipples. She burst into an orgasm and did not stop but continued humping me hard.The room was filled with, “Aaaaahhhhhh, oh God I am cumming.” This went on for another 10 minutes till she orgasmed again and this time flooded the bed with her love juices. I also joined in the merrymaking with my. She had her hair up as she simply looked at me. I still couldn’t move. I knew beating another hasty retreat wouldn’t help, but I also couldn’t seem to step over to my chair. Then she moved, her hand came up and she cupped her breast. It made my breath catch in my throat.Even from this distance, I could see her squeeze her breast. I couldn’t look away. Then she unbuttoned a couple of buttons down the center of her top and slipped her hand inside, right back to what it was doing. Her other hand.