At the lunch table i noticed that ruma was staring at me with a complementary looks. I was wearing a tight t-shirt that day. As i work out regularly m... hands were pumped up that day. I was desperately waiting to fuck ruma. I also wanted to fuck her at her house. I got my chance few weeks later. I saw ruma was very upset that day. As i was common friend of every colleague, i asked her what happened, she said that she had a big fight with her husband last night and her husband left the house at. And you have spoilt it. He would have fucked me more harder if I had worn that thing. You have spoilt all my pleasure”.I apologized her and told her I would make it up for my mistake.Immediately she asked my tool size. I was surprised and happy too. And I replied “I don’t know”.She immediately brought a measuring tape and asked me to undress.I hesitated at beginning. Then threatened to show the CCTV footage to my parents. So I immediately slid down my pants. She measured my tool length and. Surprisingly perhaps, the Grand Ball turned out to be a bust. Perhaps imagining scenes from too many old porn films, we'd both been expecting an orgy which, the moment we entered the ballroom we knew wasn't happening. Sandra was resplendent in a gorgeous electric blue gown which showed off her figure from the waist up but flared into a voluminous skirt beneath which she was wearing the finest lacy underwear the twins could find her. Meanwhile I was in a kilt, ghillie shirt and all. Of course I. I crawled towards him. Our eyes were locked but I was concentrating on watching him pleasure himself in my peripheral vision. Our lips met with our mouths open and our tongues collided and seemed to wrestle for position. His face tasted like my pussy, and his morning beard tickled me, but I loved his kisses. They were passionate and he seemed to lose himself in the moment, as if time stopped. I relieved his hand with my right hand, stroking him palm up while he kissed me. His hands grabbed.