As I was enjoying my coffee so two pairs of hands started encouraging Mister B to erection. Joan leant across and we kissed whilst I felt Shelly slink...down under the covers and then her mouth take Mister B and provide additional stimulus.I was enjoying this attention when Brad, equally bleary eyed, popped his head around the door of our bedroom. When he saw what was taking place – it could only be Shelly under the duvet, he came across to Joan, rolled down the duvet on her side and started to. "Hi," I said, "Ted Burgess."She took my hand and shook it firmly, her hand smooth, dry and slightly calloused. "Nita Tomlinson," she responded. "Sorry to delay you." No problem. I'm not on a schedule," I reassured her."It's just I used to have a three-fifty Bullet, years ago. How is it you've got a new registration?" Oscar's new," I said. "Just four weeks old. Well, four weeks since I took possession. These bikes are made in India. If you look closely, you can see the changes."She squatted down. And she was a fucking tease as well. She got me close three times, only to slow down and to pinch below my bell-end gently to stop my orgasm. By now I was dying to cum, part horny, and part angry with this bitch who had me exactly where she wanted me.After ten minutes of Sunita wanking my hard shaft, she stood up. Confidently, seductively, with a smile on her face, she unzipped her skirt and let it fall. I loved the sight of her thick thighs and calves in those tan tights. She moved her hands. Swati definitely did, and paid the price for it.But first let me describe her. Imagine a 5'4 girl, weighing a shade under 55kg, slim and by most boys, beautiful. Problem was, she was not very rich, and as is usual for the middle of middle class families, not exactly liberal either. So she came to college in salwar kameez, a dupatta doing it's best to hide her ample cleavage. Her father dropped her off in a scooter and she went home in an auto owned by her brother in law. Understandably, her.