Curiously thestream seemed to be hitting the water directly making a different soundthan usual. Stephen also noted that it seemed to take a lot longer...Finally the stream stopped as Stephen rolled up some toilet paper readyto wipe. Sighing he reached down and tried to pat his new area clean. Thesensations of wiping and rubbing parts he had never owned before wasextremely weird. It took nearly half the roll before he felt sufficientlydry. It was a humiliating experience for Stephen and he vowed. Fir maine uski thighs pe kiss krna start kr dia aur usne mere baal pakd lie. Vo moan krne lagi.. usne apni band legs ko khol siddha krke khol lia. Maine bi siddha kiss ke sath sath uske boobs dabane shuru kr die.ab mai bi uske sath baith gya and usko Smooch krne laga sath me boobs press dheere dheere.Vo pagal hote jaa rhi thi usne mere shoulders ko bhut tight se pakad lia tha and Smooch me pura sath dene lagi.ab maine uska top upr krke bra khol di aur uske boobs ko ander se touch krke rub krne. Me: Why don’t I hug you from behind, and you face the wave this time?Nidhi: I am afraid.Me: Hey, don’t worry, I will hug you tight.I hugged her from behind and grabbed her boobs. The wave started to come, and it hit us hard. But she liked it.When the wave about to hit us again, I slid my hands inside her t-shirt and grabbed her boob over her bra. I enjoyed every moment of my time in the wave pool with her. I was squeezing her boob and rubbing my dick in her ass. That felt so good.We both. A gang of shoe shiners aggresively offered their services; I wanted to decline and hop into a cab that was waiting at the curb. Marja, however, felt inclined to have her brown leather shoes given a shine; she sat on a bench and one of the boys knelt down to apply polish. It became obvious soon that his attention was divided between her shoes and her legs. The evening breeze was playing with the seams of her summer dress and from his position he must have had a nice view. Marja did not seem to.