The heat of a woman whose nerves are filled with flowing fire. He released her, and as the tension in her body burned, he reached one hand up to her f...ace and caressed her flushed cheek- bone. His hand felt cool upon her face. Her mouth hung slightly open. Her hands slowly ran up either thigh and met in the middle to grip him once again. She pumped once, twice, thrice before her head bowed once again and she engulfed him in her mouth, a wisp of hair hanging down over her forehead and across her. My mom’s name is Tara, and she is 44 years old. She is a good-looking and busty lady with the right curves. My dad’s name is Raja, and he is 48 years old. My parents are broad-minded and often go to big page 3 parties. They have raised me the same way. Even their marriage is an open marriage. I could see them flirting with other men and women at those parties.I was now growing up, and as any grown-up wanted to explore my sexuality. I, too, had a crush on few girls around my circle. When I got up to you I had those shades on that are completely reflective so you couldn’t see me eying up your firm pert tits that were straining against your little white damp cotton crop top, your flat stomach was lovely and smooth as it lead me down to the waistband of your skirt which was only just above where your pussy mound was sticking out, you looked extremely sexy, flushed and vulnerable, just what I wanted.I could see that you were impressed by my uniform as you were fumbling about. I was flying through Atlanta and had to change planes with a couple of hours in between. Unfortunately the weather turned ugly and all flights going out were grounded. I was used to this, so I called a couple of the hotels and was lucky to find one that still had a room. I waited for the hotel van along with about a dozen others. Once at the hotel I got online along with a bunch of other weary travelers. While I was checking in I saw this man next to me trying to get a room. But alas, the hotel.