We’re both moaning now, feeling electric. The girl of my fantasies disappears into her house and my phone rings. Indian sex My hands trail down her her hips and onto her butt. Lily slips into the pool water and drifts to the opposite side. “Enjoying it?” I ask. A small moan escapes her lips and she tenses up, probably embarrassed. The feeling was alien. When I reach her, I lean against the side of the pool and lock my eyes on hers. I shrug. She shuddered as I let myself fondle down her thighs and up her arms. It’s a hot day, so naturally, she’s in tight jean shorts and a rose pink tank-top. I meander out onto the porch and I can see she’s waiting inside the screen door. Her blue eyes sparkle, but did I just see a flash of apprehension? Then they slide up along the sides of her mounds and pause to rest centered
