I closed my eyes. I could feel his breath on my neck. While one hand worked on my breast, his other made its way down between my legs. His hand felt ...so warm on me and it felt so good. He moved his hand under my shorts and I jumped again and tried to get up. He put his arm around my waist and pulled me back again and spread my legs further. “You were told not to move, sit still!” My heart was beating fast and I was a bit afraid yet excited at the same time. I leaned back and closed my eyes. His. On the way home in metro it was crowdie as always and I tried to protect her from crowd. She was pushed against the wall of metro and I, due to the crowd was standing almost pressing her. I am 5ft 4 inch tall therefore her boobs were pressing a bit below my chest. She wears sari while out of house. I don’t much wear jean-pants and my crouch pressing against her stomach just above her pussy. As I was standing very close I could just see from above into the gap of her pallu and see the cleavage.. "You go first Mom, I'd like to watch and I'll find something to keep myself busy with. Go ahead."So Kristen asked me to lay down then she swung over me and guideed my eager cock into her waiting love tunnel. As she pressed down, the feeling was lovely, like my cock is returning to where it belonged. She pushed all the way down until I was buried in her as deep as I could go, then she swirled her hips around setting off the fuse burning toward a fantastic orgasm in my very near future.Amy got up. He was there for the weekend doing some media work or some such shit, not important, what was important was the picture of the 5 inch, upward curved, lightly tanned dick he had sent me. Cut, which was new to me, not very thick either. A modest start. He had said no face pics, he was married with kids and his wife had no idea that he was copping it up his ass more than a few times a week and taking loads down his throat more often that she took his. He was shortish, 5’6 or 5’7, decent looks,.