Rupika then took us into the living room and there were 5 other indian couples seated and she then excused her self, As we sat down they gave a smile ...o us but remained quiet, It was a special party for indian couples to meet white boys however the white boys were not there and we felt a bit anxious but i was too shy to ask the other couples anything as they were extremly quiet.Twenty minutes later Rupika walked back into the living room and apologized for keeping us waiting and said the guys. When Molly came back in I pointed under the table, she gasped and looked under. Just then her mom crawled out, pulled her pants down and bent over the table and said fuck me like you fucked her. I started reaching for a condom when she said not to bother. I grabbed her hips and bottomed out in one stroke, fucking her with long, hard strokes. Molly just watched in shock. I winked at her, grabbed her mom’s tits, pulled out and pushed into her ass in one stroke. She screamed and then yelled that’s. She swung her legs around to reach the floor of the vehicle, and maneuvered herself into a sitting position. She felt a slight twinge of satisfaction that the knowledge that she had caused him pain, but was still scared out of her mind at what was going on. ‘Yeah,’ he said into the phone, and then paused listening to the other end. ‘I have her. We will be making the call, and then heading up the mountain in a few minutes.’ He paused again, then said bye and hung up the phone. Well, that didn’t. NO!” “But I want to see your cum!” she wailed. “It’s called ‘semen’… oh never mind.” Another giggle. “That’s as bad as ‘penis.’”“Uh, okay, if you keep rubbing and stroking and maybe tickle my testicles with your other hand, maybe you’ll make me come.” “Testicles?” “Balls.” That, I think, was the tipping point. By allowing Betsy to masturbate me, I was exposing my sexual interest in her. Of course, the mind doesn’t notice what it doesn’t want to, and the thought did not.