I said, what ? She said, fuck me you idiot. All this while I was hugging her from the back. She turned around, pulled my head and put her tongue in to... my mouth. I eagerly took her tongue and tasted it. We both were hungrily kissing. My hands were exploring her body. I started squeezing her right breast, then left breast through her saree pallu itself. My hands went to her ass too. So soft they were.Then I bent a bit and started lifting her saree by catching hold of her saree hem. Then with both. By the time it was 2PM in the afternoon, Charles had gone back to his bedroom. He wanted to go online in his PC. He picked up his cell phone, curious if Ivy had sent him any text messages as he did not respond to her phone call yesterday or her text message last night. He checked the screen. He had five unread messages. All of them from Ivy.I better read them and respond before she does something I am going to regret, Charles thought.A part of him was already in panic mode, despite the fact. He resolved that he would ask whatever came to mind, and he would answer whatever the Pilgrim wanted to ask. It seemed though that the Pilgrim's questions would be enough, sharp as a tiger's claws, hard as rock and stone. For the first time in his journey, he wished he had more time before they reached their destination; more time to prepare himself and his soul for what lay ahead. Because Molo now knew in his heart, that this journey could claim his soul as well as his life. It would be ironic. I pushed my cock back in all the way, getting a satisfied groan out of her. "It's okay, really, he deserves a little sugar for saving you," I said, laughing a little at her discomfort. She relaxed, grinding her hips back up at me as we screwed. I kept pushing. "I can't blame you, he's a good looking firefighter, what else would a woman want?" I said, grabbing her hips and pumping my hard cock in deep. She closed her eyes and wrapped her legs around me. "He is kinda hot, I must admit," she said.