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Kneeling between Sharon outstretched legs with my cock touching her slit, I leaned forward and let my weight softly down on her. I could feel her soft...flesh, her warm belly and her coarse pubic hair against me and her breasts against my chest. I kissed her again, and her resistance was gone. "Oh god," Sharon said as she rubbed my body with hers, sort of up and down and back and forth, in a kind of circle, feeling my cock massaging her pussy lips. I kissed her again and Sharon kissed me back. Our kissing had been refrained to hands and cheeksonly. I was already madly in love with Raj and I also felt that Raj wastoo falling madly in love with me.Whenever Raj was with me, he would forget everything and enjoy each andevery moment of love. We would talk like old lovers and it was as if wewere made for each other, we started loving and respecting each other.Raj's two earlier marriage was arranged and I guess Raj used to likeNaina but I think he was loving me. It was like if he had to. I asked Jen if we can go inside the bedroom as the small couch is getting uncomfortable to sit on. She got up, took my hand, and walked me to her bedroom.Inside, I made her lean to a wall and started kissing her again while slowly working my way to remove her pant. After her pant came loose, I made her lie on the bed and kissed her legs. She has very soft, shaved legs. I guess she was preparing for this event.I slowly kissed her inner thighs, to which she responded with a light moan. I kissed. Carling!" he ordered, thus adjusting the frigate's speed to that of the three-decker battleship.Already, the gig was being lowered and the crew tumbled down onto the seats. Anson followed more carefully, allowing for the lack of his left hand and for the slight pain in his leg brought about by the biting cold. He managed, however, and now the gig squared away from the frigate using her small lateen sail. It was indeed a wet ride, and Anson wrapped himself tightly into the oilskin coat.As they.
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