Maggie’s father may well have been a regular on The Sunday Times rich list but he was a big fish in a small pond. Deepanwita’s father’s name and...picture, on the other hand, appeared on the cover of Forbes magazine the previous year. He was a shark in the ocean. For Maggie’s father, the colour of money was far more important than the colour of Maggie’s new friend’s skin. The next day The respective fathers put on their respective dressing gowns and went down the respective grand staircases of. I certainly knew just how good he was at doing that considering I was sure I could take a much more prominent dick inside my slit.I shoved a few fingers deep in there and nearly got my entire hand locked inside. With my twat being so lubed, that wasn't a problem. Although, with each passing thrust of my fingers, I felt it becoming a little sorer.So the tears were traced back to the painful pleasure and the emotions I got from them too. Even as I had seen them together so many times before, it. " She pointed at the bulge in thefront of my trousers.I just nodded stupidly."Plenty of time for that; let's have tea." She poured English Breakfastfrom a hand-painted teapot which matched the service laid out on thecoffee table between us.I was so nervous that the cup rattled in the saucer when I picked it up."We need to address the rest of your indiscretions William," sheannounced, sipping her tea.I had no idea what she was talking about."You really are a stupid boy; I don't know why I. . . . . . .Morning came early in their household as the alarm went off at five am. Jane got up and headed out to make some coffee before she jumped in the shower. Sharon rolled over toward me and found my morning wood. She promptly hopped up on top of it and rode me slowly at first. I rubbed her exposed clit while she toyed with her hard little nipples. Just as she started to climax, Jane walked out of the bathroom. She approached us and watched intently as Sharon squirted her juices.