Lisa leaned over to Mel, their tits touching, their tongues intertwining in a long kiss. They started to ride with their pelvises on each other's legs... They caressed each other's breasts and faces with their hands. Every so often Mel stroked my cock, but concentrated more and more on Lisa. I knew she was approaching a climax fast. Her vagina made loud slurpy sounds by now. And so was Lisa's."I'm gonna ride you to it," whispered Mel. Lisa's response was a harder riding rhythm, more heavy. I pushed her down, got on top of her and started munching her lips out. She was shocked by how rigid I was over her and whispered, “dude slow down” only to have her lips muted again. I looked at her and she looked back straight into her eyes while her thumbs went under her bra from her hips. I took that as an affirmative signal and I put my hand under her bra and pulled it open. It was a front open type and a really warm welcome to the land of heaven. I started with the left nipple at first. It had been over a decade since we were friends and so i was quite comfortable with his wife deepa. We used to talk a lot about general matters , family etc. Deepa always used crib about mahesh not being at home ,always on tour etc.50% of the time even i never knew where m was.then i found out that he used to go out with his and deepas common friend.she used to even stay at m;s house and have sex with m and deepa never knew.She used to ask me whwether i knew about his affairs .she told me he. "That's so good, little sissy. You've been very brave. Now, you getyour reward, you get to cum." With that she started to rock forwardsand back so that the rubber cock started to move within me. I squealedagain through the gag and Fiona rubbed her hands across my back in asoothing way."Sssh, sssh," she cooed as you might to a baby.She continued to rock in and out and slowly the pain ebbed away as Igot used to this thing inside me. How long Fiona did this for I don'tknow and just when I began to.
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