He played and splashed and suckled my breasts, I loved my nipples as they were incredibly sensitive, but a darker secret was my fondling of his penis....My husband would bring a man back from the pub, and my bathing was to ensure I was freshly smelling feminine, I knew I would fuck him and realized from previous experienced to work myself up for a quickie upon penetration, anything more would be a bonus, but I needed that first orgasm before relaxing to get more into a session.I lent across and. And that hot, wonderful, wet thrill went through me despite Mother being in the next room. My daddy, Reverend Gary Powell himself, was in my pussy. His incestuous cock pumped in and out of my wet depths, making me shudder as my face pressed into the placemat.“Mother’s in the other room,” I groaned, the table creaking as Daddy worked his dick in and out of my cunt. “This is so depraved.”“You wanted to be treated like a whore,” he grunted, balls smacking into my clit, sending sparks of pleasure. That was my worst lip-kiss. I felt electrified in my body, we were lip locked for 10 mins n ended it. We saw each other, she hugged me.I hugged n caressed her back. She was with her White salwar with green pant. I put my hands on her shoulder, n slide my hands inside her top, I found her lemons covered with White bra. I was scared to remove her salwar because it was risky. So I was squeezing her mangoes she was moaning aaaha aaaah ahhhha ahhhha ahhhhha ahhh Shiv, ahhhh ahhhh hhhhha ahhhhhhaaa,. I took a seat in the bar area and enjoyed my drink - letting the vodka do some magic in bringing me back down after cumming all over Max’s cock and everything else that happened before and after. I finished it rather quickly and headed back to get another from Thomas the bartender. I pointed to my glass and gave the international signal for “another one of these, please!” Thomas got to work on my drink and I took a look around the room. There were a few other ladies in the room and a few men.