She wanted to devour him, but she willed herself to let him take the lead, only coaching him subtly, parting her lips under his and then reconnecting,... till he found the rhythm and lost some of his restraint. Her lips burned as he kissed her from side to side, trying to get the most contact he could, their breath mingling between them. Finally he drew back a little, and she ran her fingers down his jaw, feeling the roughness of his stubble. His arms were around her, fingers splayed out across. I liked that a lot. I looked towards them. My aunt was in that pink saree and her sister in plain white thin cotton one-piece dress and the maid in her jeans and top. So after breakfast, I took them there. We went towards the boat. I took the tickets and we went for it.Now, these people had no idea about what was about to happen there. So after the rider took us in between of the lake. He started giving instructions. I was sitting in the middle with a maid on one side and the other two on. Finally he pulled away, leaving her gasping for air. He grabbed her arms and pulled her onto the bed. Kneeling slightly he thrust into her, causing her to moan loudly. His thrusts were skillfully fast, and his rhythm was steady. His rough hands roamed her young body, and he pinched her nipples playfully. She could feel her own orgasm approaching quickly at the naughtiness of the encounter and she reached down to rub her clit. "Oh god I am going to cum!" she yelled. Her body shook violently and. “Very nice indeed. You still like a bit of hair around your pussy, I see.”It was Cheryl’s turn to blush a little bit now as she tried to explain herself to Keith.“Yer ... well ... I ... I ... I like the feeling of my Tiddles being shaved but...”Before she could continue Keith had interrupted her with a question, “Tiddles? What do you mean by Tiddles? Is that what you call your girly bits down there?”Cheryl blushed again and said, “Yes, that’s right. We had a cat called Tiddles when I was just 5.