.aap bhi bahut beshrmi se bate karte ho…Me: ha vo to he..par ek besharmi aur karni he..She did not tell anyting and looked at me.Me: please chai me ...bahar ka doodh mat daliye…She: matlab…Me: mujhe aapke en do thano ko dudh pina he…chai me…(saying I put my hand on her pallu clade blouse and press a bit).She: achha…aur es ek than ka kya hoga..(she catch my hard lund in hand)Getting her green signal, I hug her from back and insert lund in her crack between legs through sari. “oh..meri jan Lalita,. It was odds on that I was not going to last many seconds, and that proved to be the case, my seed spraying on her neck, her breasts and her shoulder. That she treated it as a compliment, she chuckled, said that she “had not lost her touch then!” and coming out with “well that should slow your gallop!” while scr****g goo into her cupped hand and then conveying it to her tongue, giving the effect that my goo was caviar, or some such. I was instantly stiff once more. And she looked more shocked,. Stepping out of my knickers was an incredible feeling, and when I hoisted my skirt back up and my new friend saw my hot, wet hole, she smiled with scintillating eyes. I resumed my clit-based endeavours with renewed urgency. My friend was not just rubbing her button, she was practically slapping it in her excitement. Too soon, my orgasm was coming towards me apace, although for some reason decorum dictated I should be waiting for them, to somehow ensure our orgasms coincided. Beefcake seemed to. ” I said still looking down. “I’m.. I’m a little confused.” “Oh, honey.” She started. “That’s perfectly normal.” She said and I looked up. “Can I tell you a secret before you continue, dear?” “Of course.” She leaned closer and laced our fingers. “I’m bisexual.” That shocked me. I’d never thought that about dear Ann. Maybe it explained why she’d been single for so long. An attractive woman like her wouldn’t normally be alone. “You are?” I choked out. “I am, sweetie.” She squeezed my hand..