The house seemed empty, Kabeer was at work of course but I did not know about Abbu, so I assumed he had gone into town to do some shopping or down to ...the pub with his mates. I made my way upstairs to have a quick shower and change and as I opened my bedroom door the sight I saw stopped me dead in my tracks. There lying on my bed with a pair of panties that I had worn yesterday wrapped round his cock was Abbu, who was in turn pumping that cock quite furiously.Well now the tables had turned and. Sometime during the evening he would ask me to take them off and hand them to him. It always gave us both a thrill as he sniffed them and checked their dampness while sitting at a table with people around us.I decided I was perfect, and left the room. I did not want to keep Mark waiting (and like the hot little slut I am I wanted to get the evening started so we could get to the fucking). Mark, pushing his hi-tech ergonomic desk chair met me at the bottom of the stairs."Sit." He ordered, not. . .?’ I could hear the uncertainty in her voice. ‘Shhh. Feel your body. Touch it, when you understand it, you’ll be able to get much more pleasure from it.’ Still holding her hands in mine I gently moved her hands ’round her erect nipples. Finally, her own hands came into contact with her nipples. She let out a little gasp of sensation and I knew she was on the right track. I took a chance and removed my hands from atop hers, thinking she’d move hers away but to my surprise her hands didn’t. I sighed, “I thought we were reenacting the night I lost my virginity. That night I was so shocked at what was happening I didn’t know what was going on until it was too late.” I wanted to smile to myself for being so cleaver. I watched in the corner of my eye as she bowed her head, “Oh. So if we weren’t acting out that fateful night. Then you would actually kiss me for real?” This time I stopped mainly because I felt like someone had punched me in the gut for being so stupid. I looked at her.