Ab uski baari thi mazee lene ki…Woh pehle bed par let gyi thi….Meine uske boobs par kissing shuru kr di.. Mein uske boobs ko khoob jor jor se chuu...ss raha tha…Woh bhi mere sir ko apne boobs mein dabaaye jaa rhi thi……Ek haath se ek boob ko chutiyan kaat rha tha aur dusra boob ko khaa rha tha mano aisa…..Woh pagal hue jaa rhi thi….Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh aur bas mere baalon ko kheech rhi thi…….Mjhe bhi mazaaa aa rha tha……..Uske gore gor boobs ab tamaatar ki tarah. Only once did he move up to her and let his hand slid down her leg to touch her sex; she responded, but he doubted she could tell it was him. With her eyes closed she seemed oblivious to anything except the sensations which washed through her body.Time seemed to loose meaning to Julie as her world focused down to the sensation that flooded her body again and again. It could have lasted an hour, two, three. All she knew was the rush of sensation, the touch of foreign hands, and the bonds. He was still hard enough to keep fucking me so I kind of kept going a couple of more minutes til I finally turned and asked him, "Joe, did you come inside me?" No," he replied, "But it's ok... don't sweat it." I was vaguely disappointed, but I slid off of his cock with a lil pop, and pulled my panties back up. Joe went out to the restroom as I sat in a chair, legs trembling, sighing contentedly to myself. When Joe got back I asked him which way to the restroom. I took my purse and when I got in. Your centre. And I find the softness of the lips which fold over the opening to your soul. You gasp. Your body shudders. Not a word escapes your lips. And your ass presses harder still against my cock. A Chinese word. I don't understand. Could you be saying, “Oh God”? Could it be “Stop”? I hesitate but your hand flies down to mine, covering it and you stroke yourself with my fingers. The little button, like a tiny cock, pulsates, rises, demands attention. And when I touch you.