I told my wife to wear her usual sari, with low cut blouse, so that she would look more sexy. I warned her not to wear anything beneath the blouse.By ...he time she got ready, my friend arrived. Now to my astonishment, his son was accompanying him. He was a young man of 18. We exchanged hellos and sat down. My wife joined us shortly. I now did not know how to proceed, since the friend was accompanied by his son. So I made out a story. I told my wife that the friend had come to consult her with. "I am not illegal now, I am citizen. Many years ago there was a time when this was offered to those who had been here for long time, amnesty they called it." He stumbled slightly over the word. "It was not then as it is now, you understand."That one I understood all right. Amnesty about immigration had become the "a-word," not to be uttered aloud in certain circles. The idea of the current crop of illegals being offered any path at all to citizenship, no matter how torturous, was regarded by. She leant over and gave me a peck on the lips. I had kissed girls many times, but this was different. Her tongue slid into my mouth and we slowly made out together. Her hands kept groping at my breasts and pinching my nipples, she seemed to like playing with them. I felt Marco push the tip of his cock into my tight teen hole. Pushing it slowly till it was nearly all the way inside me. I groaned into Sara’s mouth as he started to slowly pound me. Fucking hell, I was getting fucked by Kelly’s dad. I didn't need any more urging. I started pumping in and out slowly, building up a rhythm as the gorgeous girl below me fucked me back.I was in heaven. Our bodies seemed to mould into one as we fucked. With every pump, I felt her silky, tight cunt hug every inch of my dick on the way up, and then felt engulfed in her warmth each time I buried my dick back inside of her. I was doing what felt good to me, using her tight, teen pussy as a toy to rub my dick inside, but at the same time I could tell.