I had not felt such attraction even to my husband. He removed my saree, bit by bit and moment by moment. His hands went about my body, touching me in ...arts which were not touched by anyone.Normally, foreigners would pull away my clothes; remove their clothes and push their cocks inside my soft pussy. The only thing they found pleasure was in biting me on my tits. When I would scream in displeasure, they would feel a sense of victory. Within seconds they would ejaculate and it would be over.And. Julie wasn't your typical pinch yourself and thank god you're a man kind of woman, but there was something about her. I know for a fact her rather large breasts and stern personality were a turn on to me, and having always dreamt of the older woman fantasy, I've had many a naughty thought. She calls out the window to say hello and as she leans on the frame her breasts press together showing her amazing cleavage. I don't think she knows what she's doing but I enjoyed the view whilst it. .Fuck. Well at least I get Tom. That is whom I wanted anyways. He goes through the same ritual Jon did. Checking our orifices, squeezing our ass and boobs."This is fun," I hear him chuckle. "We should trade more often."Enough is enough."I am going to take ... Kate. I always wanted to sample my sister-in-law. And she sure is on hot dancer."I must be burning up as I am rejected again.Randy approaches Sally and me. I find myself jutting my tits out a little further and tightening up my buns."This. Here it was, 3:30 in the morning. I have a dress, sheer pantyhose, and heels. I am sitting there stretched out in the chair, my feet spread far enough apart, that if my pantyhose didn't have the cotton panel, they would have been looking at my pussy lips. And the top of my dress is down far enough, that all my aureole above my nipple is showing. And I am so turned on at this that all I want to do is go home and fuck.Tony wants to show us something in the living room. He pulls out this album to.