And the only woman at home was my mom. I held her sarees, petticoats, bras and all close to my body to get the arousal. They were like the bodies of t...he women for me, I always felt I had been hugging a woman whenever I held mom’s saree or a bra. Those days I was growing to become an adult from the boy I was.But soon I started getting the images of my own mom whenever I held her cloth. However much I tried to brush aside the thoughts of her ample breasts dangling between her saree pallu, just as. I exhale and close my eyes, gripping the sheets.You take your precious time but eventually every inch of you disappears inside me. Reaching down you grab my hair and force my back into an arch. The way you fuck me is mesmerizing. Slow and deep; giving me time to relax and enjoy this rare moment. Our bodies move as one as you slam against my luscious ass. Moans and groans escape your lips. You quickly pick up speed. Your grip becomes tighter and your thrusts are rough and deep. I push back. Christina was on the brink of doing it herself, when he suddenly pushed them inside her, at the same time kissing her deeply. The intense satisfaction she felt seemed to drain her of energy: she fell back onto the table, groaning in pleasure. Already she felt close to an orgasm. He continued to slowly fuck her with his fingers, feeling her squirm on his hand, as he bent down and, with the lightest of touches, circled her clitoris with his tongue. She moaned in desire, pushing her hips towards. If this is a dream, I hope it will never end.We kissed for another unknown amount of time, and at some point, Mary again began to stroke my shaft over my clothes. The stimulation was intense, I thought I was going to come several times, but I managed to hold on.When another strong sensation passed through my body, I finally remembered where we were and pulled her away from me. We can’t go on like this. Looking at my shorts, I smiled bitterly, there was a big wet area. I haven’t come yet, but.