Ranaji was on top of a young nubile woman on this takiya apparently at the height of the passion.The woman was young probably no more than 22 or 23 an... she was fair and leggy. She was laying on the Indian takiya on her back. Near her feet were lying her green color saree and blouse along with a pair of cotton panties and brassiere. Ranaji too was completely naked. Now he had wrapped the woman’s thighs around his buttocks and he was pumping smoothly while kneading her breasts. She was moaning. . slowly at first... stroking up and down... reaching underneath with other hand... playing with my balls, caressing them with my fingertips... so hard, Aaifia... so hard..."She continued to translate to Igzi, but in the hushed tones of someone treading sacred ground.Eventually, I stopped talking and let my labored breathing communicate my urgency. The girls were silent too, perhaps straining to listen. But in the earphones, I could hear Aaifia breathing deeply.. too deeply not to be deeply. As I was leaning up and against him in the embrace, he groped my backside and started squeezing my now bare and exposed ass. I wanted him to fuck it or penetrate it with something, but alas we didn't have enough room...or time."Do you swallow?" Rick asked. "No," I said, "I'm still new to sucking. But i'll eat a little of your cum." I'm about to cum!" He exclaimed and I swallowed his throbbing cock down into my throat one more time. He almost came in my mouth, but I let go just in time. He was. She laid her down kissing her now hard nipples and caressing her body. She opened her eyes as if to make sure she wasn't dreaming that Symone was on top of her making her wet and throb. Then there was the sound of a horn, the others had returned from the market. She pushed Symone off and scrambled to get dressed. It began to rain so the girls decided to have an old fashioned slumber party. The storm grew stronger and louder. They lit candles when the light out and told stories until they.