So then i was feel her her boob with my right hand, right hand right boob. Eventually I was feeling both and they were soft. She looked at me then smi...ed and asked, "You like that?" I just nodded my head yes. I was shocked by all of this.I stopped and it got me mad. I had to use the restroom. I said, "I have to go pee." And she says, "Ironic," and smiles. She followed me into the restroom and it was funny cause she was so taller than me, but I felt good. I went to pee, and she glanced and. My tongue, ever so lightly licking and flicking across your neck. A burst of sensation every time. Wet. Warm. Gentle. It's as if your thighs are competing with my tongue, betting on who could be wetter, warmer and burning stronger with desire and longing. My hands start moving upwards from your tits, towards the buttons of your shirt. I unbutton your shirt, my fingertips touching your skin every now and then, sending shivers through your body every time they do. I slide your shoulders through. , the topic came down to the game of bridge and how she need a good partner, reliable and experienced with a wiliness to travel to tournaments. Listening to me attentively I could see her looking at my figure carefully; I was wearing the light weighted cotton Indian style dress with fine cotton underwear.Even in normal relaxed times my pants could not hide the bulge of my cock, and I felt the sofa chair I was sitting on probably made the bulge look more pronounced. It was then that Mrs Grey. And soon the sex started again.I still don’t know if the boys collaborated, or if it just happened, but Daman would come over to visit me at the same time Jason visited Sara. The boys were staying with us and fucking us every day, and usually more than once. They even spent the night with us. It was almost as if we were couples or even married. It seemed so natural to me to accept Daman as my lover, as our feelings for one another grew. I just loved fucking his big, black cock, and Sara felt.