Sea green eyes turned to him. Shock registered there. “Nick?” Fuck, he was so fucked. “What are you doing in here? Get out!” If no...thing else worked, anger did. “I’m sorry! I was only coming in here to check on you and….and….well your laptop was up and I only looked at it while scanning your room for you. I swear I didn’t come in here to spy on you! It’s just, well the website caught my eye and I wanted a closer look.” Great, because of his own stupidity in thinking there. She felt amazing with every single thrust. She felt amazing when we had to just sit there occasionally as someone was getting up to do something. Sometimes when we would sit there I would make my cock throb inside of her, and it would micromassage her walls. We were almost caught once because she unintentionally spasmed when I found and massaged her Gspot. Some thrusts would cause her to squeeze my hand tightly. Some thrusts made me feel her wetness covering me. But the thrusts were slow, I we. Her hands return to the touches that were the original cause of my slight wound. Ready this time, I make certain to carefully place the razor onto the sink before I reach for her. I slide my fingers softly over the curve of her bottom and thrill in the combination of satin over cotton, as I cup her in my hands. As our kiss continues urgency begins to rise in us both, tempered by the comfort of familiarity. It is as if although the act of making love is no longer a new one, the feeling of it. She was very friendly and also I thought she was even prettier and had matured a lot from when I had last met her in England.We talked a lot about the college back in England and my reasons for my coming to India and I said to her that I was absolutely delighted to see her again. Talking to her brought back to me just how nice a girl she really was, and I also thought that she had matured quite a bit since we last met. She was still only 20. Her figure was good, with a gorgeous bust, lovely.