I didn’t mind. I moved my hands into her saree till her ass from underneath. She couldn’t stop that. She was trying to keep her legs close and tig...ht. But before that my hand was between her legs. As she was not weaning any panties, I could reach her naked pussy easily.She was not toooo wet but there was some lubrication to finger her immediately. She was moving away to stop. I thought she was very much afraid and stopped. Reached her face. Held her face in my both hands and kissed her on her. It was a large wooden apparatus that was about 4 feet wide, about 3 feet off the ground was what looked like a roll of carpeting, and than out in front about 4 feet was another board. At the top 2 corners and bottom 2 corners were long pieces of rope. This looked like fun, but also a little scary. For those that have not read any of my stories, let me describe myself, I have a distinct look – 52 years old, 5 feet 5 inches tall, 145 pounds, Hispanic with darker skin, brunet hair – shoulder. " Where you're from up north, do white men ever marry black women?" Sometimes. Sometimes black men marry white women too."Delia went silent again, so I respected her introspection. After a while, she asked, "Yesterday, you married Sam. Are you married to Cassie too?" Not officially, yet, but I will be soon. All three of us love each other."Delia nodded. "Sometimes I've seen black women loving each other. Do they do that too?" Sometimes. Like I said, we all love each other." I don't know if I. I felt awful pushing him as all he was doing was pleasing me and making me feel that extra special. I could see the shock on his face so I immediately went down on him. I bent my body in such a way that my boobs hanged down as I kissed his chin. He played with my boobs and I started going down kissing all the way till I reached his undie. Never have I indulged in oral but Rohit was extra special and looked at him and kissed his erection over his undie.He closed his eyes as I planted kiss after.