I loved kissing Elizabeth more then I liked kissing anyone else. The kisses were soft and tender yet full of passion and emotion. We kissed several sh...rt playful French kisses before we seemed to get lost in a long deep kiss. It seemed like Liz was being a little bit timid so I started to run my fingers through her hair pushing it away from her face. She ended up laying me back on the sofa and we continued to kiss. Her hands began to rub my arms and shoulders. I slid my hands around her waist. Anointing my hardness with her oils, she pulled my length into herself. I seated myself fully inside her, and paused to enjoy the tight warmth she spread along me. Languidly, we stroked each other, making love of a sort, rather than frenetically chasing release. She rippled her pussy along me, and I probed her grotto, each seeking to bring the other off before ourselves. I kissed and sucked each nipple in turn, and she arched her back in response, driving herself more fully onto me. She curled. Main jana chahti hoon. Please mujhe jane do, sir.” I joined my hands to let me go. [Sir, why are you doing this to me. Don’t harass me. I want to go. let me go.]“Pehle mere ling ka darshan to kar. Pehle ise apne haathon me pakad. Phir sochunga.” [First I want you to see my cock. Hold it in your hand. Then I will think.]“Sir, aap kaisi gandi baatein karte hain.” [Sir, you talk so dirty.]“Saali. Tu apne jism ko dikha kar, apne boobon ko chooswakar, mujhe garam karke mere is laude ko khadake jaana. My breasts,now barely contained in 36 C bras, and my cute behind added to my beauty.Oh, this must sound so vain, but I was as much a beauty as a female as Iwas a failure as a male.I remember hearing a woman say in a loud whisper to her friend as Ipassed: "Wait 'til she has a baby, she won't have such a figure."I smiled at that knowing full well I'd never bear that baby or face thefact of a tummy growing heavy due to child-bearing. I also cried a bitinside, since I would have loved to have.