Now that the dam had broken, I knew all I wanted was more of her sweet stroking hand. Bhabhi I dropped to the floor and positioned myself between her legs. As she began the slow stroke up and down I could see her nipples clearly stiffen and poke through the shirt material. My body was trembling as I gradually regained control of myself. There was a small night light by her bed that showed her in silhouette and I could see movement under the covers, her hand gently stroking. One friend called it a ‘circle jerk’. “Oh, yes, that feels so good” she panted. “That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had.”
She looked surprised and then smiled proudly at her accomplishment. I got no relief humping my pillows. She’s skinny but not emaciated and carries a nice set of 34 C tits that seemed to have grown a bit this year.
