Nick and Jayne watched as he slipped a middle finger between the lips, then a second. Leigh writhed a little as she held his hand in place, her other ...rm around his neck to keep him tight. Jayne began to draw her own hand down to her smooth pussy as Nick suckled at her left nipple. Sitting on the small love-seat facing the bed, they mirrored the movements of their friends before Jayne dropped to her knees before him. Slipping between her breasts, he looked down as she pressed them tight around. Cumming was imminent. Laju moved back. Her clothes may have been grimy, but all the stains and marks were explained by household chores. She could not possibly have Thakur’s semen on her clothes. The Thakur made a low throaty gurgle as he felt the loss of control. He had to hold something of that woman but she had moved. His hands reached out and grabbed the breasts quickly finding and tugging hard the nipples through the cloth of the blouse. Laju gasped and threw her head back and waves of. She pushed against his hand and wriggled her hips in a vain effort to get his fingers inside her. Giving her a playful slap on both cheeks he laughed and told her to be patient. The sting his palm left sent her nerve endings crazy with desire and her juices were flowing freely now, mingling with the sticky slick oil and making both her arse and pussy easily accessible. He parted her cheeks fully now and, after kissing each cheek in turn, he slipped his tongue between them, swirling his tongue. "Coming into town I saw a couple of skin flicks were playing at a drive-in. We can take your car." He left the room, heading for the kitchen to pour the drinks, calling back over his shoulder. "By the way, you got any bread?" Bread?" she asked, wondering why he wanted bread when he had just eaten and just rejected several slices she had made for him. "There's some toast on the table," she called, getting to her feet and wondering what dress would please him. She had one miniskirt she was saving.