The water slushed all over as I humped her good. This only served to excite them more causing the french kiss they were sharing become more intense. A...l of the sudden mother was surprised “Ooooo rohit you naughty boy! Is that your finger probing my asshole? (huttt rohit badmashi maat kr, meri gaand me ungli kyun daal rha h badmash?)” my mother purred as her son’s finger slides easily into her anus.“Son why don’t you let me wash you and then you can wash me (chal aa pehle mai tujhe sabun lagati. It showed her figure and legs off dramatically and I thought that if Alan wasn't impressed with our figures he would be with Eileen's!Alan and Mel were already in the bar at around 8.00 and I noticed both guys went out of their way to kiss Eileen in greeting with Alan's hand rather lingeringly passing down her waist to the top of the her hip as he did so. Alan ushered us into rather low-level seats opposite him while he sent Mel to the bar to get us drinks. I noticed Alan's eyes went to. I seemed to shudder with every breath. My baseball coach's wife smiled when our eyes met.”Aaron,” she whispered, ”Are you ok?”I swallowed hard and stammered, ”Yes, ma'am. it's just that I've never”She pressed her finger against my lips with a soft reassurance, ”Its ok, Aaron,” she smiled, ”You did great.” Her finger continued to roam my chest. Goosebumps rose from my smooth skin. ”Your still hard,” she smiled.I felt my face burn red. I was embarrassed that my co k stood hard and pointing at the. ”“And do you relieve him?”“No.”“No?” she said firmly and looked at her husband. The three of us were huddled together, almost whispering. Her other hand was on my knee, toying with the hem of my dress.“There’s more, I can sense it,” she said looking deep into my eyes.“We… tip the chair and I make him eat it… afterwards.”“Make him eat it? You force him?”“I stand over him and drip it into his mouth then…” I stuttered as her hand reached my stocking tops, I could feel her long red nails tracing a.