Over the next few hours, my wife had fun picking what things she would allow and not allow. She wouldn’t let us fuck again yet, but she had her mot...er masturbate me right there in the living room in front of her. She also had her make me cum on her mother’s tits and she wasn’t allowed to clean it off. Later she had me masturbate her mother right there in the living room in front of her too. I could only use my hands, and I was not allowed to actually put my fingers in her pussy. For the. " "Thanks old man, can't wait." *The Next day* "Ah you must be Aj. I'm Mr. Fitzgerald, but you can call me Dan. Come on in." Mr. Fitzgerald was a thirty something year old corporate lawyer who had moved into the neighborhood a year and a half ago. My dad told me he was a nice guy from their previous conversations, and so far my dad had been right. I could tell this would be a pretty straightforward job, with a boss who wanted to be my friend more than anything. "Mostly you'll mow the lawn and. You dirty old faggot” she said, enjoyably. She was holding the ropes, centred in her harness, her feet steady on the wall, my hands full of her generous but fetchingly perfect butt and my tongue tip, prodding and poking straight into her mellow arsehole...so sensitive to my sweeping dirty ministrations.I basted her arsehole with my saliva; making her crimped rim our mutual aperitif to full sensual stimulation.“Oh shit...yeah...oh fuck...you prick...you dirty, dirty prick...Orrgh” from Maddy as. “Andar daloon na janeman” Vipul ne pucha. Maine muskuraate huwe unki kamar par haath rakhte huwe kaha,”Ekdum gehrai tak dalo janu. Meri ye sirf tumhaari hain….sirf tumhaari…aur Vipul ne mere pair failaate huwe apna woh ek jhatke ke saath meri yoni ke andar daal diya. Uuuuuiiiiii maaaaaaaaa uuuuuuufffffffff ssssssssssssssssss ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Vipul mere upar jhuk gaye aur apni kamar upar neeche hilaate huwe meri yoni maarne lage. Unka woh meri yoni ke andar baahar hone laga aur mein.