She grabs my waist and we start to kiss. I'm instantly hard again! My hand starts to slide into her shirt and I squeeze her breasts. She moans softly ...nder her breath as she kisses me and begins to rub her hands over my cock through my pants. I am so turned on I forgot where I was, and begin to take her breasts out of her shirt. We're passionately kissing with my hands on her breasts and her hands on my cock. Adrenaline kicks in and she begins undoing my pants. She rips the belt off and pulls. My mami was wearing green colour saree today with black blouse and white bra as usually she was looking gorgeous equally my malar also looked gorgeous, then I went to restroom stark naked took bath and came out, when I came out malar was standing in front of me with white t-shirt her poking nipples clearly states that she has not wearing her bra, she worn a long blue skirt. she was looking like an angel to me, then we went down to dining table I sat first then malar sat on right side kavitha. “Coke,” Lana admitted. “some pills ... heroin.”I winced. “Do either of you still have a supply available to you?” I asked as I moved on to Lana’s and read everything all the way through, my stomach twisting. Pizza? What a great idea! Sometimes I’m a fucking idiot.“No,” Lana swore. “After you talked to me Monday, I flushed it all. You made it an order, so...”“You felt like you had to,” I supplied the rest.“I didn’t want to, but you ordered me to get clean. I won’t ever touch it again.”“Me. "We can paint now."She got up and stretched. The robe was tied tightly, but her breasts thrust out, pushing the silk toward him. "What did you write your poem about?" she asked, as she began walking toward the studio."The woman." he said.She stopped and turned around. "The woman who ... you think about when we paint?" She was looking at him through lowered lashes."Yes." he answered."I think I'd like to hear that poem. Would you read it to me?" She sounded uncertain, her voice husky."Yes." His.