Gasping for breath between moans, she paws her hands against you. She struggles to pull you on top of her. When that fails, she attempts to pull herse...f on top of you. You lean in close to her ear and whisper the same taunting words she gave you earlier. Then with your next stroke, you press in a third finger. She cries out in pleasure and thrashes her body against yours. Deeper, longer strokes. An even rhythm. Her body tightens around your fingers. She shudders against you. Her moist flesh. I just blushed. the whole time I was quite did not say a thing, not because I didn't know what to say, I was just afraid I am going to wake up and then this was just a dream.Gently she started to kiss me gently biting my lip and stroking my cock slowly, by this time my hand founded her moist warm pussy, and the fingers started doing the mambo number 5!!! She was not moaning but I could see on her face that this was fun and she did enjoy it. Luckily for my i had six older brothers who taught me . It's already late." Mr. Cramer walked Amy to the car and opened the door for her, seating her before taking his place behind the wheel. Once she was buckled in and ready to go, he took off and headed for her house. It took about 20 minutes to get to Amy's house from where Mr. Cramer lived. Once they arrived, he parked as close to the door as he could and they went inside. "Make yourself comfortable, Sir... I'll be down in a few minutes," she said. "That's ok... I want to see your room anyway,". She was studying a Degree program at Delhi University and was going back to her college. I introduced myself.I felt damn lucky to get a beautiful girl across for the rest of the journey. After we had our breakfast, we talked about college and my Bangalore life. She was wearing a Hijab, not the orthodox one, but a simple shawl covering her head, matching with her top.We became comfortable and she asked whether I have any girlfriends. I explained my life and she talked about her. She said she.