She lay down behind me and pulled me against her, she locked her arms around my shoulders so that my arms were wide from my body.“ Now get in there ...nd fuck that sluts cunt”“ I don’t think that’…”, John began“ I don’t CARE what you think, now fuck this whore’s cunt!”“ Yes Jane”, he respondedJohn knelt between my legs and tentatively pushed his cockhead against my already wet gash. I was turned on, but terrified by her. He seemed reluctant to do much more, but slowly eased his cockhead into. Kuchh der tak to wo film dekhti rahi aur kuchh na boli, fir wo meri aur dekh ke boli “Beta, ye kya kar raha hai?” Jawab me maine unke galo pe chumte huve kaha “Mummyji, aap film dekhiye na?” to wo fir film dekhne lagi.Ab TV pe aek ladaka, ladaki ke tango ke bich shar rakhke ladaki ki choot chat raha tha. Ye dekh ke meri sasuji boli “ Hai daiyaa…aisa bhi hota hai kya….” Maine puchha “kya?” to wo boli “Aise koi chatata hai kya? Ganda nahi lagata?” Maine hans diya aur bola “Mummyji, lagata hai ki. I don’t want to be disappointed.” I didn’t need any further instruction. I plunging my cock straight into her pussy and began to pump her as hard as I could. But the tiled floor was slippery so I put my feet on the carpeted stairs, either side of her thighs to gain a purchase. I was rocking like a metronome, balls bouncing against her thighs, head buried in the long hair that trailed between her shoulder blades, hands squeezing her breasts. Her moans and occasional screams were becoming more. In fact, a third one had joined the pack. They seemed to be weighing their possibilities. Number three made eye contact. He was lean and wiry, his skin a caramel colour. He lifted his t-shirt absently. She caught a fleeting glimpse of the hirsute trail running from his navel, disappearing beneath the waistband of his jeans. Mmm, Stacey thought, a quiver beginning to stir in her creamy thick thighs, an electrical charge buzzing in her tiny, sensitive clit. She brought the frothy whipped topping.