Elin’s orgasm lasted for a few minutes and she then burst out crying. “Oh Beaux, what have I done? I am not gay, I am not a lesbian, I’m not all...wed to do this!” I comforted her, telling her that having an orgasm from a massage was not a sign that she was gay, but just a sign that she had a lot of sexual energy built up in her, and that her body was eager to release that energy, giving her a lot of pleasure. She was still sobbing, but stopped crying. I continued massaging her back and her. Then she pushed me aside and said “please, the door baby”. I smiled at her erotic display of voice and the looks and closed the door.I started to strip as I came close to her. Her eyes were watching my cock which now was pointing at the ceiling. She wore saree and I told her to strip for me. She shyly smiled and said no baby. I persuade her and she agreed, she removed her cloths one by one, Saree, blouse, petticoat. Then she stopped, this is enough I can’t do it further.I approached her with my. ..he was first...she felt the throbbing, the pulsing of the veins in that thick cock she was holding. She felt the warm ooze of his cum through the cool cotton and she squeezed...making sure every last drop was indeed out of him. Her eyes opened wide as she felt his thrust become faster, his thumb was strumming her clit and she leaned back into him. Extracting her hand from his pants she put her hand on the one he was using on her and drove it deeper into her sex. "More baby...more...oh…God. When Perkins got to her pink asshole, he lingered for a moment and applied some pressure. Her moans increased. When the pink rosebud opened, Perkins inserted the slippery digit all the way in. Julie lifted her bottom to give him full access . Shaking the exploring finger back and forth, Perkins looked at Holly. Sitting on the nearby couch, she smiled and gave him a nod. Julie started purring and rolling her great looking ass, matching Perkins' every thrust. Perkins looked down and saw Julie’s.