”Susie looked at her brother for a moment...“She’s 20... fucking gorgeous... tits to die for... legs right up to her fucking arse...”“Stop..... fucking tell me the fucking truth or else ill fucking post every fucking photo of you across the fucking net”Susie glared at her brother...“Okay... o fucking k. She is gorgeous... tits a lot smaller than mine... think about a 36b... nice legs... nicer than mine... and she’s... from Pakistan.”“Wow... black?”“No... a really nice deep dark brown. Long. Mike rocked to get it deeper with each thrust. Tammy tried to place her legs on top of Mike's thighs but the scarves prevented it. Sasha took noticed and loosened up the scarves. Tammy sat on Mike's lap and positioned herself to where her feet were on his thighs.Mike began to thrust harder,he took his hand and reached around to finger her clit. Sasha stood there with a flirty smirk on her face. She was watching Tammy cutting lose and all her juices squirting out of her waiting pussy. Sasha. He then climbed over me and on his side near the edge of the bed and gently posed me willingly in a comfortable spoon position. I guess that I half expected someone to say something, but no one had to say a word. Carol waited until we were comfortable then turned around with her legs behind her facing Paul's body while he was standing facing the bed And leaned forward to give Paul some oral before she mounted him. I wondered if she was warmed up enough down stairs to take Paul inside her. The next few days were back to normal. My wife didn't say anything aboutmy bras and panties or our experience that day and night. In fact Ididn't even know where she had put them. I was glad and a little sad atthe same time. I was a little surprised, since she had said made me buy7 panties, because I needed to wear a new pair every day. I kind ofexpected she might have me wear them to bed more often. I was really alittle bit disappointed. I usually mow the lawn on Saturday mornings. .