I watched as her red eyelashes became black with her mascara—not sure which way I liked them more. Before I even realized what I was doing, I was in the car and driving towards the love of my life. Indian Sex A few hairs were running down her face; I brushed them behind her ear with one hand and traced her jaw line to her chin before kissing her again. My shorts and boxers were around my ankles before either of us remembered that I had shoes on. Her hips began to gyrate in large, slow circles as if she was using a hula-hoop in slow motion. It was only then that I realized there was entirely too much natural light in the room for the middle of the night and Cherry was hushing me before I could utter a sound. “What now?” I asked. I have to pee!”
“Have you ever heard what you sound like while peeing standing up? I half expected Cherry to grab her clothes and put them on ‘just in case’ her mom woke up and busted us—at least then she could say that she had no idea I was coming over (which would have been true).
