He pulled away just long enough to discard the guitar. He kissed me again and traced my curves with his fingertips, stopping at the hem of my sweater;... then he slid his hands underneath. I pulled away and looked him in the eyes as I pulled the sweater over my head and dropped it on his bedroom floor. He looked at me, his “Blanca”: fair skin flushed pink from blushing beneath his gaze, black lace bra, cupping full D breasts. His eyes traveled across my smooth white stomach to my black fitted. ”He ran his hands under cold water which broke his drowsiness. With a rough bar of soap he washed his hands up to his wrists and between his fingers three times like a surgeon. He did the same with his mouth, nostrils, face and forehead, arms, ears, head, neck, and feet, each three times. When the remains of sleep and the uncleanness of free dreaming had been abandoned for another morning, he dried himself with a towel and donned his kurta and turban.He spread his prayer cloth towards Mecca. He. She pressed it against my trousers and then she moved further for finding the zip of my trousers. I spread my legs a bit apart and she got the zip and pulled it down. She further inserted her fingers inside and found my underwear. She was trying to locate my cock but was unable to get in initial but finally, she got my cock in her bare hands. I tried to move and she immediately pulled her hands back near to my thighs.I deliberately lose my belt and undid the hooks of my trousers so that she can. She came wearing a nice club dress with no bra and panties; she looked like a beautiful horny slut. I was getting a hard on in seeing it. I gave her the drink and had a sip, next I took some wine in my mouth and kissed her and poured some into her mouth, she liked it and drank the wine. She asked me to wear my boxers only. I did the same. We were drinking for a while, and then since it was summer here. I took her to the backyard and it was dark. Made her sit on the backyard and asked her if she.