Roopa- Good idea. We can start on Friday afternoon and reach there by evening, And we can return on Monday morning.Sarita- Great place and time are fi...e but you girls are forgetting the most important thing.Roopa- What dear?Sarita- Dear we are not going for just a picnic. We are going for sex picnic. What about boys. Have you thought about them?Roopa- Yes tha is very true. This is what we need to think.Priya -Guys don’t worry. I have suggested our farmhouse only after thinking about boys.Roopa-. As we are in Canada, nobody is around to question/suspect us. This becomes as advantage for us.First thing, I like to tell that this incidents though I term it as story will not be shorter one like many other fiction stories, this will be definitely lengthy as there are lot of things needs to described in detail. This is not a fiction story where in the first paragraph narrates about the beauty of wives and in second paragraph where one couple boldly tells to other couple and instantly they. My other hand went back and forth, from peak to peak at her luscious breasts. Soon I found her clit, and then we started to have some real fun. High between her lips she was still dry, but a little more exploration found her outer lips parted and starting to lubricate. I was too, all over her ass. Reaching just a little farther, I dragged some moisture up to her swollen clit and started to toy with it for real. It was getting toggled, back and forth, sending thrills through her that were. On asking someone what was going on, I got a strange reply:"The devil!" An elderly woman told me, looking gravely into my eyes and grasping my coat. "Satan himself has taken this place--and those spawn of Lilith are his minions!" This was a demurely-dressed grandmother, serious in her conviction. Not wanting to upset anyone so sure in their mind, I simply nodded at her and feigned turning around to satisfy her pull on my sleeve. Once she let go and kept heading down the corridor as quickly as.