“Messy is good. You can clean up in a short while. Do you want to cum again?”“Do you mind if I don’t, Miss, I want to savour this one a little...longer. But ...” and she hesitated and looked away from the screen, “may I cum later ... with your permission of course.”“Of course you may. And this time not in public.”“Thank you, Miss”We chatted for a while longer until I was sure she was really fine before I let her go for the evening, wishing her a lovely orgasm for later. After I logged off I sat. His wife brought her mouth down on his, hotly frenched him as she began grinding her hips in a circle. He hadn’t seen her that excited since he had fucked her the night of the party in Italy. Ali pulled her tongue out his mouth and leaned her head back, her eyes locking onto his as she began moving herself up and down on his tumescent prick. Atharva brought his hands up to grab her tits, his fingers moving over her distended nipples. She thrilled At the new sensitivity her nipples had taken on. The thought and memory of our kiss made me masturbate several times during the long week.I was almost giddy with excitement and if I hadn’t already been prepared for my finals, I would have been in big trouble. My only thought was about Friday when I hoped that we would get our typical movie and sit in the family room and watch. I had no idea what was going to happen, but I knew I wanted more. How much more would obviously be up to her. Unfortunately, I had no idea what she was thinking. Was. ”“Not just lonely Baba,” she persisted,” you are hungry for sex. You need sex to calm your mind “I did not respond and she left to set the dinner. Dinner over Meena came back to my room and suggested that I lay on the bed while she gave me a massage. I protested but she would not take a ‘no’. She told me to wear a Lungi as it would be easier for Her to apply the oil on my legs. She started with my head and applied some Himtaj Oil on my hair. My scalp felt cool and relaxing. I almost dosed off..