“kya kam ?” I asked …“mujhe nehi pata … bass ap jano …” she said and started laughing out loud, this time, …and started to release her... hand from my grip playfully …“na pehle batao itna has kyu rahi ho … phir jane dunga” saying this I pulled her all down to the hall and held her against the wall.“bhaiya ap ka zip khula hai aur sab samajh main bhi a raha hai ..” and she giggled again … now I let my one hand off her to pull the zip up, the problem with these pants is that the zip can’t be pulled. He was very handsome. Marie’s father had given her no instructions other than to be polite. For his part, he was aloof and a little rude, but that could easily have been taken as the over-bearing patriarch trying to intimidate anyone who came calling on his daughter. Marie remembered him acting the same way when other young men had come to court her. Her mother was upset, but not obviously so. Marie knew that it was because her father and brother had been killed at the Battle of the Somme.. She began rubbing her tits on my cock and Wendy straddled my face on the ground.Looking Through her little white Panties I could see her Pussy, wet and moist – enough Pussy juice gathered and condensed in her soaked panties, that a bead of it soaked right through the panties and dripped down onto my tongue.(“Thank you GOD!”)I pulled her panties to the side and began slurping up that pussy juice from her wet Panocha.She arched her back, squeezing her tits and moaning in pleasure.Meanwhile, all. We kissed slowly, tentativly at first and then like teenagers, tongues fighting in each others mouths. My free hand went to her breast and hers to my crotch. We stood up and began undressing each other. I freed one of her lucious breasts and took the pink nipple in my mouth as I struggled to unclasp her bra. Mariel moaned but continued to unbutton my shirt and unbuckle my pants. She finally freed my throbbing cock as I switched to her other breast. We finally got completely naked, me.