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I lowered a hand to her belly and lightly tickled my fingers all over, occasionally just pushing under the band of her indian trousers, until eventually, I just let it sit there, gently squeezing. Then I felt her hand on mine pushing it down to the soft hairs above her mound. I kissed her again as I let my fingers trickle around in her bush. Gradually they moved lower until I reached her slit, gently I caressed up and down it but didn’t try and enter. She moaned into my mouth as she turned herself a bit more toward me, widening her legs as she moved. It was then that I slowly eased one finger in and slid it slowly up the length to her clit. She gave a jump as my finger contacted and she whimpered again. I gave her clit a little pull and then ran a finger slowly round and round. I could feel her shaking against me, her arms clutching at mine, in an intense grip. I lowered my fingers and very slowly pushed two inside the moistness that was in her pussy. So slowly, ever so slowly I drew them back, she tried to follow but still, I pulled back and then slowly in again. She hunched up on my fingers and was biting my neck as I gently worked her. All I’d have to do is call out to them, but I’ve been ordered to silence and besides – I’m doing indian just fine here. Her slit was amazingly wet with Harry’s cum dripping out of her. I wasn't the only one going commando. Happy as the blonde comes again and again. When our naked bodies came together our breasts touched, we pulled our hips together. His cock began to grow again. She was worried he might make her sleep on the couch, but thankfully there was no discussion of this. His cock sprang out and wobbled about as he got back on his back. She sat me on her sofa, gave me a quick kiss, and headed for the fridge. but one more thing . . .