Adhu sila nerathula weekly once ah irukalam illa daily kuda irukalam… mood poruthu than Mithra..” (its not like that dear. When I feel to do, then...I used to do. Sometimes it may be weekly once or sometimes it may happen daily, depends on the mood)Mithra: “Achachoo… daily lam venam paa… daily panuna odambu enna aagum??” (no dad. Don’t do daily. They where you health will go?)They started conversing about these stuffs casually. Gradually they have become more close and open with every topic in. Each time when I reached the front of her cunt slit, Ann made sure I was pressing on her clitoris with my cock. She needed the pressure there, so I made sure to give her an extra rub with my cock to make her clit a happy one. We started to get into the rhythm of shallow penetration with increasing moaning from both of us. Her, when I rubbed her clit, and me, when she was squeezing my crown. It was time to take it a step up. I asked Ann to stand on her knees and elbows, to which she willingly. He said he liked the way I acted after I had a little wine.The bartender went to get our drinks. As he walked away I looked up to see three men approaching the booth. Judging by the greetings they were friends or drinking buddies. Ted invited them to join us.I could feel their eyes on my chest as they squeezed into the circular booth from the other end. I glanced down and checked to make sure that my breasts were both covered, at least as much as possible.They began talking among themselves,. “Master,” she pleaded.“Not yet.” His kisses moved up the side of her neck. He whispered in her ear, “I want to play first.”His mouth made a trail down her chest. Licking, sucking, nibbling. He didn’t touch her breasts. The cool air of their room felt icy against her sensitive nipples. They tingled in anticipation. She squirmed, willing him to take one between his lips.As if he knew what she was thinking, Derrick lifted his head, and with a grin, he said, “Is there something you want,.