She turned her head, briefly glancing at her husband’s sleeping form before returning her gaze to me, laying there almost in innocence, compliant, accepting me being inside her. Hindi sex His wife though was quite noticeable, they were clearly a mixed couple, she was slightly younger, I gauged about 22, a petite, lighter-skinned African American, but was distinctive in that she had a really pretty face, framed by long dark hair that hung below her shoulders, with a cute bang, and a slim figure with smallish breasts. As soon as it was far enough up her legs, I slipped my arm under the skirt and rubbed her pubic area through her panties, her pussy and clitoris easy to discern. Perhaps it was the effect of the joint, but as I returned to my chair, I impulsively picked up a rather large water gun that one of the kids presumably had inadvertently left behind.
