I was not wearing underwear and my pink cock jumped out free. Munni looked at my bald pink cock and let out a sigh “Saheb …. Kitna sundar lauda…...” Munni put her hand down and started caressing my cock. In the meantime I unhooked her bra and her enormous melons were free, I bent down and started licking Munni’s fat nipples, squeezing her breast. Munni left a slight moan. Then I slowly laid her on the bed and with my tongue rolling down her stomach, caught her panty with my teeth, then rolled my. My french knickers were soaked by this point and so i slowly took them off making sure the drivers of the cars either side of me couldnt see. Hitching up my skirt i slowly started to stroke my swollen clit all the time knowing what Ben was doing in the shower. As i worked 2 fingers inside my wet pussy I could feel my juices running across the palm of my hand. I bit my lip and closed my eyes and right then i didnt care who was watching me. The vibrations of the car engine were making the feeling. She dips her head, planting a few errant kisses down his jawline, heading for his neck, nipping the skin there lightly, teasingly, just enjoying the ability to freely do so. She moves, straddling his hips, letting her lips guide her over his collar bone, his shoulder and then back to his lips, grinding her hips against his wantonly. Suddenly she freezes, placing a finger to his lips, looking towards her front door. "Did you hear something?'' He shakes his head, and she looks back to him when. Well, sometimes she was sore after some of our marathon sessions but she always said it was a 'good' sore.That was why I was so surprised when I came home that Friday night to find her sitting in our kitchen with a stud. No question about it. Brian Market was a stud! More suitable to my daughter than my wife for God's sake! The way she was laughing and the way she looked at him made me nervous. I think that's why I said what I did that night. I didn't like what I saw and I didn't like what I.