I pretended that I had no idea if the window curtain is open and a guy was watching me.I sat on my bed and opened my legs. I was touching my boobs and...was rounding my nipples with my finger. I started to finger my pussy later on. I knew he had good time and he could not sleep now. After few hours, I closed the curtain and went to have shower. Few days later, I got a call from a courier office that I got a package from Indore and they confirmed my address. They said that delivery boy would be. She was biting her lip to control her sensual emotions.Her eyes were on the screen but mind was between her legs. And the only other person who could see the slight movement of my middle finger inside her thin hosiery Capri was Mayur. We did not bother to confirm where he was looking; we were busy having our own fun. She folded her hands and quietly started pinching her right nipple which I had almost pushed above her top.This ensured that no one else could see her exposed boob and only Mayur. With her finger wet, she rubbed it gently over her clitoris, circling it around and around, the fingers of her other hand holding her now puffy lips apart to allow her access. She moaned at the intensity of the pleasure that she had wanted to provide herself but had been reluctant to go with whilst the other two were in the room. She stared at the enormity of her cousin's cock and watched as her own panties were used to slide up and down its length. A drop of pre-cum appeared at the entrance to. Once on, it was pretty clear that the television was simply cycling through a series of cameras looking into the same large bedroom styled set in the next room, complete with a huge, round mattress covered in silver satin sheets. I can assume at this point these two idiots were starting to get the picture on what was about to transpire. I tell the two husbands to enjoy the show and I walk into the next room where they can now see me on the television. They both looked like they had been hit by.