She slipped off her string, put her legs over the arms of the chair and fully opened her robe. One hand returned to her wet cleft while the other play...d with her suddenly rock-hard nipples. She watched herself in the mirror as she came. Em loved the hot shivery feeling she always got at the climax of masturbation. In many ways, she often thought, it was better than sex. She recovered her composure, satisfied, and slipping her string back on and retied her robe. The phone rang. It was Nona,. ‘Quite well, and I too. I eat like a famished ogre, it’s the sea air.’ ‘But I never see your master on deck.’ ‘Never, he hasn’t the least curiosity.’ ‘Do you know, Mr. Passepartout, that this pretended tour in eighty days may conceal some secret errand—perhaps a diplomatic mission?’ ‘Faith, Monsieur Fix, I assure you I know nothing about it, nor would I give half a crown to find out.’ After this meeting, Passepartout and Fix got into the habit of chatting together, the latter making it a. We did a lot of speed runs along the coast, where we could actually measure out a known distance and see how long it took to cross the markers. Of course, that also meant we had to make some hour-glasses so that we could judge time.Man, the first few of those were crude! They didn’t even use glass, at first. They were just a bucket of sand going into a funnel that drained into another bucket. And we learned quickly that humidity was a problem. As soon as we could, we had our glassmakers start. When Sanjay was fucking her pussy, mom was sucking Anil’s cock.Then both of them double penetrated mom and fucked her. Mom and Sanjay were sweating so much that it looked like they had come out of a steam bath and mom was moaning heavily ah! ah! ah! ah! ah! ah! ah! Fuck ya! Fuck me! Fuck my pussy fuck it harder. Fuck it. It was 5am in the morning Anil cummed twice in mom’s mouth. They were still fucking, I fell asleep. Seema carried me to the other room and we slept then. Sanjay and Anil fucked.