A room down from his, Aditi wondered if ‘dinner’ even got time to settle before her husband started wanking off to his blond chicks and black dick... from Mars. His new thing was watching BLOW JOBS. Huge black dicks and fat blondes sucking them away to high glory. Did he imagine it was his? What a bore! Who gave blow jobs anyway? And why? Indian women never considered it kosher. It was just not part of ‘the being an Indian wife’ service. ‘Indian wives were voluptuous women with long black hair.. Her feet palms were wrinkly and covered in sweat. Stacy licked them clean and sucked on her big toe.They rocked back and forth on that vegetable, but their clits wouldn’t meet. The cucumber was simply too long. Stacy stood up, pulling the cucumber out of both her pussy and her mother’s. Stacy hit her face with it, smearing her cheeks with gum and drops of juice. She opened her mouth and pushed the tip of the cucumber inside, closing her lips around it. Then she took the first bite.While her. ..seriously." Their conversation was interrupted by the sound of the front dooropening. "She's here!" exclaimed Jirra, who jumped out of her seat and rushed togreet her mom. Alexis smiled as she watched Jirra and Liz hug. "It's good to see you too, Roo," said Liz, who nodded at Alexis. They stopped hugging and walked together to the kitchen. Liz and Alexis hugged. "Good to see you, Alexis," said Liz. "Likewise, Liz. Thanks for letting me stay here," replied Alexis. "It's my pleasure," said. He was moaning softly as he leaned back on his elbows. I loved the feel of his hardness in my hand as I fingered the tip of his cock. He watched me examine his penis. “It’s cut,” he said to me. “Who cut you?” I asked innocently. “I don’t know. I didn’t get his name,” he said playfully. I sucked his cock and tightened my throat muscles so that I wouldn’t gag on it. I took him in my mouth in a slow, steady rhythm, following his moans as I did so. I glanced up at him and watched him as he watched.