We both really got along with Mike and I believe the feeling was mutual. At one point, the conversation turned and Michelle and Mike began to argue th...ir points of view. I decided that I didn’t want any part of it saying you two figure this one out. I left the table and walk over to the lounge chair in the living room. From the chair, I could watch both of them as they continued to argue back and forth without being dragged into the middle of it. As I watched, they reminded me of two small kids. All the time I massaged her, she was moaning, which increased with every minute.I started pressing her boobs and pinching her nipples, and the moans became louder. She was screaming in pleasure, “Aaah Rajan, come and squeeze the milk from my tits, they have not been touched by a man for long time.”Her moans and words made me go wild. I turned her and put her one of the tits in my mouth and the other in my right hand. I rubbed her clit with my left hand and encircled her nipples with my tongue.. Be my whore sister.” I went ahead and increased the pace of my fucking, until I was just ramming like a bull in that busty ass of hers. She was literally shouting like a dog “aaa aaaaaa aaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.” I fucked her ass like that for 5 minutes until I couldn’t control and filled her ass with cum. After this, we just embraced each other. I had never fucked anyone so hard, and nor had she been fucked so hard ever in her life. We held each other tight. It was dawn and we were. Jacquie had suffered an emotionally traumatic series of events over the preceding several months. First, she’d fallen for her yoga teacher. A stunning blonde with the body of a goddess and a sexy Ukrainian accent, Beata had seduced Jacquie with ease. Jacquie had already been wondering about her sexuality, as well as the health of her marriage to a guy who was perfect for her in every way, except maybe one. Beata must have noticed the occasional hungry looks that escaped Jacquie’s.