I started to rub his cunt over the panty….. then i lifted her arm and started to lick her armpit.She said:Shanti: Raj ye kya kar rahe ho gandi jagah... hai..I: Apki badan mai koi jagah bhi gandi nahi hai.Later she started to enjoying it… then i try to get inside her nighty… She started to oppose but i forcefully went inside her nighty. i opened her panty and found a well shaved pussy…. i wanted to lick it…. she was trying to stop me saying this is a dirty place… but i didn’t listen.. I started to. Although I was intimidated by my lack of experience and my left of average endowment, she seemed thrilled with our lovemaking as well. As we explored one another physically and mentally in bed (the brain really is the largest organ in sex), I soon learned I was incredibly aroused by stories of her sexual experiences. Over time, we transitioned from true tales, as she was sometimes reluctant to share all those details, to fiction. When we did so we learned the tales we both enjoyed the most were. Looking around the door, he saw her huddled in a leather chair. She was wearing a bathrobe that had opened wide at the bottom fully revealing her beautiful slender body below her waist. As he watched her long slim fingers running up her slit, the tortured sound of her weeping caused his heart to turn over. She was so lonely and so wanting.Almost without conscious volition, he entered the library. It was significant that in spite of his giant size, Mary seemed to be unaware of his presence as he. As I approached my friends room I could see the door was a jar and light was coming out from within??? So I quietly stepped up to his door and peeked in. What I saw shocked me! I could see his wall mount big screen tv was playing a home movie, A movie compliation really. It was different clips from video he had shot at my B day party and a few from last summer on his boat. I did not know he was filming then and he filmed mostly my ass as I lay on deck sunbathing. Then one from my EX BF private.