I massaged her breasts, and asked her how was she feeling. She said I am feeling very nice. “Saab, you are a nice person”. I got encouraged, and w...nt down to her buttocks. After reaching her knees, I inserted both my hands inside the petticoat and started massaging her inner thighs. Her thighs were burning, and I could feel the heat. I knew she wanted the real thing now. I told her to take off her blouse and petticoat so I can do the massage better. She obliged, and stood there in her tight. “Ugghh…Ughhh,” I continued to buck up and down as my body was plundered. He was going non-stop without respite and despite the cold atmosphere, I was sweating profusely. My erect nipples were topped with drops of sweat and my shallow tummy had sweat beads rolling on them which ended in my open legs for my lover.He grunted hard and every time his grunt meant he was trying to go in deeper and harder. I held his shoulders for support and sensing the look in my eyes filled with passion, he came low. I watched her turn back the bedclothes and fluff the pillows, my sense of foreboding deepening with every move she made. After endless small preparations and bustling about, she walked up to me and gave me a huge hug. ‘Good luck to ye, lass.’ She flashed me a sweet smile, surprising on such a dour face, and was gone. Before I had time to think, the door opened again, and my new husband entered. I stood in the middle of the room, staring dumbly at him, shivering slightly in my thin nightrail.. Of course, the fruit vendor could not be kept quiet. He came from the front, inserted his dick in her mouth and started playing with the melons. Sumathi felt intense pleasure. Her only outlet to express her pleasure was the “ooohs’ and “aahs.”At this point, she was almost shouting out with ecstasy. The entire first floor was unoccupied. The sound of her moaning and pounding of the flesh just kept echoing all around the house. It only made the ambiance more pleasurable. The vegetable vendor was.