But her nipples were large and sensitive. They would get hard quite easy and she would often beg me to touch her breasts. Because of religion, sex was... supposed to be taboo for her and we would often make out and rub each other until we were crazy but not go all the way so that she could follow her family's religious values. With time we got more familiar and eventually the temptation was just too great. One night we were in a frenzy making out, my dick was so hard it was throbbing and I was. And swati just seated behind amit and then bhabhi….. Her breasts were crushed on amit’s back…. This went on for 2 days and in third day I decided to follow them….. So I followed them secretly….. I found that as soon as bhabhi went to college for exam swati and amit had sparks in their eyes….. He asked swati to sit and swati readily seated on bike and hugged amit from behind very tytly and they went…… I started following them again….. By the way swati di was wearing red kurta and red leggings. I continued kissing her neck as I slowly brought my hands up to her firm breasts. She brought her hands over mine as I softly squeezed them as I continued kissing her neck.She turned herself around and we embraced each other in our first kiss. Wow! It had been years since I last kissed a woman, but the memories came back quickly to me. I remembered how different it is to kiss a woman with soft lips and a no stubble on their face. Or how soft their hands are when they caress your face with. She turned out not to be the only one that didn’t know how to pat dry, or at least go front to back when wiping. She got very self-conscious then.The seventeen-year-old had the boy that makes the time bubbles in bed with her. He was as naked as her and laying between her legs. His butt was moving in a definite fucking motion as he sucked on one of her tits. Her hand was stroking his hair and telling him to keep going. It was ok. He wasn’t hurting her.“Go check on my parents and then come back..