I started feeling her body with my hands. She was shell shocked but allowed me to do whatever I did. I hurriedly got rid of my Bermuda. My penis had n...ow swollen and the erection had to be seen to be believed. She cast a glance at my tool and was overcome with shyness. I asked her to put her hand around my penis and rub it while I untied the knot of her kameez. Then slowly I slipped my hands in her underwear and removed it. What I saw was her clean small size pussy with a young growth of pubic. “Four.”“Kel. C'mon. It’s me.”“Last night would make fifteen. But that includes my ex. So fourteen.”“Have you always been this sexual? I’m not judging, I’m pretty sexual myself.”“No, I haven’t. Must be something in the air down here,” I nervously giggled. Truth was, I had never been this slutty. I had only had sex with one man, my ex-boyfriend, the four years prior to moving here and only a handful before him. Now, after being here just seven months, I had already slept with fourteen. Her hands were on his chest as he pulled her closer, his hands sliding to her ass to feel her curves. Skinny and lean, but tight. Fuck he couldn't wait to see her take her little black dress off. He was very excited to see what she had on under it. He was quickly brought back by the feel of her hands running down his chest and into his lap. He couldn't remember the last time he was this hard, and her hands stroking him made it feel like he was going to burst. "Is someone ready for that. You reached and played and did everything you wanted to. You made it very difficult for me to eat and proud of it. But when I tried to play under the table a little you stopped me. You told me that I was to listen and follow what I am told. When we were finally finished with dinner, I drove back home. All the while your hand was running up and down my leg. ‘Hummm, looks like someone has something hard in his pants. And I want to play with it. But in due time.’ You grabbed my hard shaft and.