As she drank her glass, I couldn’t stop. I started to rub myself through my shorts. She sat her drink down and came over in front of me.“Like what...you see?” She began to rub he sides of her breasts and push them together. I moaned and shook my head. She laughed. “Your shorts say otherwise.” She put her hand inside her suit top and began to massage herself.“Your daughter and I have been talking.” The mention of my daughter made me stop stroking myself. “We agreed we both loved our daddies, but. Find a good example and follow it.”We talked around the table for a while until it was time for us to go. We loaded our clothes and bags into my trunk and kissed and hugged. I cranked the engine and pulled out. Our trip back to the college and my usual spot at the ladies’ dorm was uneventful other than I was constantly sporting an erection. Not only was that outfit hot, Karen had figured out that, if she leaned toward me at the right angle, I could see her far breast almost completely! We. Mera lund unki jango ke beech chut ke pass bar bar takarata.Main ab mere lund ko jor jor se ghiste maasalate unko badane laga. Unki gand masalate jor jor se jeebh unki muh mein dalkar smooch karne laga. Woh bhi mere jeebh ko jor jor se apne muh mein leke chusne laggi apni jeebh se meri jeebh chuste smooch kar rahi thi. Aur apni gand dabakar mere lund ko chut par ghis rahi thi.Ab woh mere lund ko apni hatho mein lekar sahalate masalane lagi. Mere lund ki chamdi aage piche karte mere lund ke. ’ She whispered after a few moments. ‘You keep that up and you’re going to get me turned on again.’ ‘Oh? Then why would I quit?’ I asked, pressing the tip of my finger up into her tunnel entrance. ‘Oh stop.’ She giggled, wiggling her hips to pull away, but not too far. ‘If you really want me to.’ I said, holding my finger still between her lips. ‘I’m not sure I do.’ She whispered, sliding her hips back toward me. She looked around nervously and then reached both hands to her hips, hooking her.