. ?" He heard Sara softly call out."Yeah... I mean come in." He replied.Sara opened the door slowly, stepping in cautiously. She had her hair wrapped ...in a towel, turban style, and had put on a nightshirt; long and loose but made of a soft thin cotton that acted almost as a second skin. She nervously stepped into Marks room, looking around as if to see if anyone else was there."What cha doin?" She asked."Nothing, really. Just sitting here." He replied, uncomfortable with the idea of telling the. I pulled her even closer to me and kissed her passionately on the lips. Somewhere in there she started to respond, and when we finally broke the kiss and I backed away, her eyes fluttered open. Both of us were breathing irregularly.Naturally, I responded with the truth, “I love you, too.”It doesn’t cost anything to say that, especially when its true. Maybe my definition of love is different than yours, but I did love her. I would do anything within my power to help her; accepting that providing. We never said a word about it, outside the dark room.Two days later I was getting ready to go hang with my buddy’s and mom whispered: (….”when you get back, why don’t go in the dark room, and then just close the door.”) That was the signal. A closed dark room door, meant one of the two of us was in there, and to come in for sex. Oh jezzz, my dick started getting hard right then. I said back: (…”I think I’ll just come home early tonight”..) She just walked away smiling. I went and hung out a. She starts moaning. One breast in my mouth and other one in my hand. Then she touched my cock and i felt her soft hands. She hold my cock very tightly then shaked up and down. i felt very nervous and i stopped sucking and start moaning. Then she lifted her saree and skirt upwards and placed my cock on her pussy which was wet already. That time i heard sound some body stepping down in stair case. i immediately realised, i moved backwards. She also realised and adjusted her saree and skirt down.