Too much of a good thing is still too much.That evening, the two girl’s mothers joined us for dinner. At first I was concerned but as soon as they s...read their legs and I saw that they were not wearing panties, I just smiled and crawled over to their chairs. I thought that the one mother would kill me. Her legs were clamped tightly around my neck as she experienced what she described as the best orgasm of her life.Both women called home to tell their husbands that they had been invited to a. So days were passing on and i was having a fun time seeing her semi – nude body every day. And then one day a entirely new thing happened. That day as usual she came to take her bath.Instead of taking bath she started to wash her clothes. She removed her saree first and dipped in the water, later removed her blouse and tied her petticoat till her boobs. And she started washing it.I was keenly watching it and thought of an idea to record it with my cam for future purpose.She was washing and she. Ron tried a few times to begin a conversation about Kim and how she was feeling lately, but Kim quickly stopped every conversation from starting by saying that she had to study the maps and to make plans for when they get there. She did that, not because she had to, but because her pussy had begun itching again.She was once again feeling horny, but she had to save the world first...Finally, after a long trip, they were on the ridge of the mountain and the two of them started climbing upwards.. And neither could Ruth admit that she was just as horny and just as excited as I was. She could only interact with me sexually when we were both in character. Often, after several marathon orgasmic escapades, Ruth and I would be so exhausted we’d fall asleep in our beds with the phone still glued to our ears. It was somehow comforting for me to wake up and hear Ruth’s regular, rhythmic breathing over the earpiece. We were sleeping together, in truest fashion – or at least, as true as any.