Both our hips were grinding back and forth.I had one hand on the back of Slave Boy's neck and with my right hand, I slid it from his hip and reached a...round the front to his cock. It was covered with the lycra material but I started stroking/rubbing it."Thank you, Master Dave," came out of Slave Boy's mouth in a bit of a whimper.I told him to, "Shut Up". I do have neighbours and we were against my front door so it wouldn't take much for someone walking past my door to hear any noise that. Here,’ I said as I pulled my shirt over my head and handed it to her. ‘Take my shirt.’ She looked up at me with those beautiful but sad eyes and I saw a small glint in them as she looked at me. She gave me a faint smile as she said: ‘Thank you.’ She grabbed my shirt and turned around. ‘Do you mind…’‘Oh right!’ I said embarrassed and turned around.‘You can look back again,’ she said. I turned around and she looked good in my shirt, though it was a bit too big for her. It reached halfway down to. Any guy would get turned on bymerely looking at her cleavage . she had an ass to die for .We used to meet once or twice every month . I never in my life thought that I would see my Poonam Bhabhi in sexualmanner until one day. The day came when I was 20 years old and had to join college in Delhi . My cousin used to livein delhi and he asked me to stay with him as he had a big house .By that time Poonam Bhabhi was around 30 years old . So it happened that some of my friends dropped me to Delhiin. Every inch of her skin that was exposed was painted purple like the tentacles. In short, she was a sci-fi geek’s wet dream, a beautiful woman in a decent costume with a visible love of the medium. And yet she still managed to be surprised by how much attention she was getting. Lorelei and Marie had spent the past two hours huddled by the security booth, posing for pictures with the other conventioneers for $5 a shot. The insane amount of money Marie was getting to pose was all that kept.