She turned up the speed, making the water pleasure her more intensely. She kept thinking about vibrators, her pussy twitching with agreement. She had ...o try one! But how? She didn’t own one. Would her mum have one..? Suddenly everything clicked - her mum’s razor! Putting the showerhead back, she reached for the purple handle. Carefully she popped off the razor blades and sat down. Her heart was thudding in her chest. With one hand she cautiously spread her soft lips. Her clit was hard and. After a while, i told her that she was really beautiful in that saree. She thanked me and blushed a bit. She told me that she has a surprise for me. I asked her what it was and she told me that she wants to invite me to her house as a token of gratitude for my help towards her son. The chat went on for a while and I left to my hostel.The next day I went to the lab in the evening. To my fortune, she was searching something in her cupboard which was facing the opposing side of the entrance. I. Sarah started to undo her top and the black guy to her right said ‘Are you a Brit?’ Sarah nodded and he said ‘Hey guys, we’re going to see some Brit tit’. Sarah undid the top completely and opened it up wide and there were her lovely tits on display. I said ‘Oh, fucking lovely tits, girl’ and, as I shot the video, the black guy who had spoken just reached out and caught hold of Sarah’s right breast. He grabbed it, squeezed it and fondled it. Sarah tried to look shocked, but wasn’t in the least. I bent over her, and placed a soft kiss on her forehead, and said, "I'm here, Baby."Her body shifted, and her arms were around my neck so fast and hard, I thought I would lose my senses."Tell me, pet."She stayed silent except for the crying, which by this point had slowed down. She still had the death grip of a hug, clamped on.Then, I thought of something that may help. I simply shifted her body, took her in my arms, and picked her up off of the bed.I carried her back to the couch, back to our.