I felt glad that Kavya haven’t moved out of her seat. I stroked her lips across its length. My desi Probably she is tired to move somewhere else. But I thanked her in my mind for giving all that she could in this night. And there now I could see the straps of her bra clearly. She then took my right hand in hers and then led it to the bottom of her t-shirt and took it under the t-shirt. Definitely I cannot mess with her by approaching her again. I felt her husband should be a very lucky person. To my misplaced understanding, she was not using any camisole under the t-shirt. Though initially I was very much conscious of the softness and firmness as well as hugeness of her boobs, our talk diverted me from its attention. Meanwhile I was also not lagging behind as I used my fingers like an expert on her pussy.
