“I didn’t think of that. I just thought it was my responsibility.” And it was his responsibility, as much as he’d blown the responsibility on ...heir first picnic.“And, if anyone in the whole damn world is responsible, it’s Andy.” Well, that was -- usually -- one of his good points. Still, it didn’t sound particularly romantic even to him. Well, if she liked him for being responsible instead of for being dashing, she was less likely to be disappointed. But he’d been only partially responsible. “Jesus, I’m sorry, baby,” he murmured, “I didn’t mean to upset you.”Embraced in his thick arms he caressed my back lovingly. “Hey… hey, Lesley, there’s no pressure,” he concluded.As I walked back to my place that evening I could have kicked myself. I was nuts about this guy but didn’t realise how much I was still hurting. Being some straight guys experiment, however, wasn’t going to solve my problems either, and concluded that I had possibly done the correct thing.I did not see Hank for the. Well she moved in and I oftenheard dad fucking Gill and always thought good on ya mate,well this partucular day Gill was at home and it was my day off we sat and had breakfast and got a glimpse of Gill's tit it was gorgous and a nice pink nipple that was stiff she saw me looking and pulled her gown shut.She didnt say a word so I didnt think no more of it I went to my room and listened to some music I heard Gill go into the bathroom and get in the shower after a few minuets I opened the bathroom. I saw both her legs were now bent and spread out at 60 degrees. The wetness seems to have increased. I moved my hands over the saree and lifted it up from the bottom and pulled the saree and the lehnga inside up. The beautiful legs showed up.Here is my lady sucking me to glory naked on the top half in the moonlight, with the bottom half opening up. I moved my hands slowly up while raising the saree while maintaining the contact with the skin and his muscles. She moaned when I reached her.