She kept on pretending to read, slowly and firmly stroking her clit – barely moving her finger so as to not bring any attention to what she was doin.... Her long, soft gypsy skirt rode up her bare and tanned legs. The man glanced back again and eyed her legs – possibly wondering to himself if she could possibly be doing what he thought. Sticking two fingers inside herself, she felt the warm juices gush around her. Hardly able to stand it, she moved her finger back to her clit, and started rubbing. Trust me it gave me a lot of relaxed feeling as well. After a few days anjali told me that she would be night staying at my place cos her parents were out of town. I agreed. She came down to my home and after dinner and all we both preceded to my bedroom.We both changed to our night suits. She wore spaghetti with shorts and I wore a one piece nighty till knee length with noodle straps. I had no such feelings till that time. But when I saw her in spaghettis, immediately that lesbian movie. Her sister was now locked on her left tit and sucking full stream on her nipple while I sucked her deep into my mouth . She was breathing deeply as I knew she was about to cum . And with 2 long deep strokes of my tounge she grappsed my head and buried her cunt deep into my face . Her love juice flowed like a river . The sweet pure taste was like no other I had ever had . As she came down off her high and was now relaseing my head Sue was now working my semi hard dick in her hand . With each. Hin und wieder bemerkte ich, wie andere Männer verstohlen Maren hinterher schauten, wenn sie dachten, ihre weibliche Begleitung wäre abgelenkt. Maren schien das zu genießen, während sie an den Bewunderern vorbei stolzierte. Der feuchte Fleck auf meiner Hose zusammen mit meinem immer noch halbsteifen Schwanz gab dagegen bei manchen Frauengruppen Anlass zu aufgeregtem Getuschel. Vor einer Damen-Boutique blieb Maren stehen. „Tom, lass uns mal schauen, ob ich hier einen neuen Minirock finde.“.