Harry avoided her hands. She clenched her thighs and rose and fell over his impressive mound. Indian Sex Josie’s fingers clawed at his back. She made her eyes wide with faux innocence. He looked up in amazement, the picture of masculine confusion, red faced and breathing heavily. His eyes had a wary look, he seemed scared, apprehensive. His voice was husky. Harry ran a thumb over the sensitive little nub of her hyper-alert clitoris, through her knickers. AND he wore boxers. She was a ball of feeling and light. She kissed him on the mouth, slurping his bottom lip playfully into her mouth, tracing the inside curve of his gums with her tongue. Her breasts were probably her best feature and today, her ample rack was nestled in her best bra. Harry ran his big, broad, warm hands up and down the length of her back. He withdrew. Her breasts rubbed against the wall of his chest, his unrelenting kiss stealing her breath. Her face twisted in dismay. Her universe felt different.
