I just wanted to pull up her sari and make love to her. I held back myself with a lot of difficulty. I alternated between kissing her and sucking her ...breasts. Later I slept off on her breasts and would wake up in between, only to continue sucking her breast. I spend about 4 hours sucking her breast and kissing her. It was time for her daughter to come back from school and left from there.We met again a few days later. She was dressed in white. This time there wasn’t any kind of a conversation. His early mornings would be conducive to my study and class schedule so we weren't running into each other all day. Jeremy left me a cute handwritten note welcoming me along with fresh coffee in the kitchen. I rearranged a few items then needed to decide on the location of my bed. We agreed my bed would go in the upstairs office between our work areas. It sounded like a good idea however, even this small bed looked awkward in the office. I waited for Jeremy to come home to talk about other. I liked seeing his round bottom turning pink under my blows, seeing his hands struggle to remain in place. I understood exactly what he felt and I relished in passing that feeling to someone else. When I decided he'd had enough I turned him around and held his cock in my hand. This time he did not come, but I could see him desperately attempting to control his passion. "I see this is difficult for you, cabin boy," I said with as much contempt in my voice as I could muster. "That is good. You. I whipped my shirt off and he began licking my breasts through the sheer mesh bra. That came off too and he burrowed in my cleavage. His hands seemed to touch me everywhere at once, breasts, back, arms, sides, waist and ass. I bounced gently, making my breasts dance. When I bent down to kiss him, it was like fire in my veins. I hitched up my skirt, which had already crept far up my thighs, and crammed my crotch against the tent in his pants, rubbing energetically back and forth. He got his.