I turned her around, and started kissing on her back. At the same time, my right hand was trying to explore her belly. She was moaning gently. I parti...lly removed her saree to make her blouse uncovered.Now her saree was only below her waist. Meanwhile I removed my shirt. Now she was lying on the bed, closing her eyes. My right hand was moving on her bare belly, my hard cock touching her thighs. I got opportunity to smooch her. While smooching I pressed her left boob hard with my right hand. She. I knew it didn’t mean she was really French or was upper class. It just meant that she was exposed to lots of music at an early age and remembered everything with a clearly defined memory. I once had poked her hard from behind in front of a mirror and watched her pretty mouth moving in perfect tempo with my humping. She was slowly mouthing the romantic words of some stage performance from long ago. I could feel my juices explode inside her at the same time she opened her plump lips wide to hit. The umpire declares I gave Joe a severe cut while he gave me a disabling blow. If the fight had been real and back in Roman times we both would likely have died from the wounds. As it is I get my two touches while he gets one. We smile at each other while we start to take the gear off.I bow and say, “I’ll pick Meredith up to go have dinner at Pat’s Place before the dance on the night.” He nods agreement, so I turn to Meredith. “You have Lia’s phone number?” A nod yes. “Good, call her to arrange. Not that I would mind as she is a pretty girl with a stunning body. No more than five foot tall, and maybe 90 pounds soaking wet she has large tits, at least a C cup maybe D with large, pokey nipples. I know this because they always seem to be trying to rip out of whatever tight top she is wearing. She usually comes to visit after her workout and she is dressed in yoga pants, so I can admire her clamshell pussy, and tight ass. She normally wears a tight shirt that does nothing to high her.