She gripped his cock again and felt it wet with his precum. “Oh fuck baby! All I want is for you to fuck me senseless,” she moaned in his ear. Her...words turned him on even more. He spun her around and bent her over, her hands and face pressing against the wall. He lifted her dress up over her hips and took in the gorgeous sight in front of him- her full breasts dangling out of her dress, her milky white bare ass, her slightly parted legs giving a glimpse of wet, swollen pussy lips. She didn’t. In addition as she walked her tits bounced.Unlike the others Tracey's dress had no slits in the skirt and it was full length - down to her ankles. It did show off her rounded ass buns and her bulging abdomen - treasure to any who like over weight women. Tracey had thighs to match - must have been 30" around each one. There was no sign of visible pantie lines so she must have been naked under that dress."Tracey what would you like to drink?" "Oh I see you have vodka - a large one would be good.". It oozed sex. I just loved every bit of her.At that moment I saw her, I knew I needed to marry Anusha at least to watch this beauty of a MIL. If that was not the stock of beauties, they showed me Anusha’s elder sister’s marriage photos and my my, she was hot too. This family was full of hotties and seldom did I know I would be the man of them all. Harini Arusha’s elder sister was married a year ago and was in the US. She married a relative and it was more of a marriage of convenience, arranged. “I just need to know what to expect. I mean, do we have any chances or...”I raised my eyes to his again, and felt a twinge of attraction. He was kind, and that mattered a lot to me.“She has no objection to us”, I said. “The only thing is ... at some point she and I may get involved and--”“And we’d have to stop?”“No”, I said. “She really doesn’t mind, but she expects to ... well, be informed and ... decide what happens.”He shook his head, confused.“Wow, that’s...” he said. “I guess I’ll have to.