This was like a daily routine, some days this goes 4 to 5 times a day.One fine day my parents went out of the station. My mom asked Nisha aunty to swe...p and put rangoli in our veranda also, which I wasn’t aware at that time. As I may be sleeping my mom gave one key to her to open the door and take anything she needed. Without knowing this as like every day I just sat there seeing her and rubbing my cock. Suddenly she disappeared and my eyes searching her with one hand stroking my cock as there. "What's in it for me?" I winced as she pulled my foreskin a little too enthusiastically over my swollen dome."Well, we won't tell anybody about your blog..." Not good enough," I interrupted, knowing her threat was groundless. "What did you have in mind, geek," she retorted, evidently surprised by my rebellious streak. For a moment, I wondered how far I could go, but all things considered, what had I got to lose? "I want to fuck both of you."In silence, Samantha tongue painted my cock, and I. ”“Then who goes first?” Tara asked.“Oh, fuck it,” my wife said. “I’m not gonna be embarrassed about it either.” Samantha reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra and let it slide over her arms, letting her white B-cup breasts and bright pink nipples hang out in the sunshine. The sight of my wife’s breasts outdoors was amazing, and I held back the desire to go over to her and touch them. Then she pulled down her white panties, bending over to take them off and giving her sister and I a. I did, not certain why. But I am used to being ordered around by women.Anna unfastened my belt and began pulling the trousers down. I froze – or more accurately, part of me seemed to freeze. The penis moved upward, bulging through my briefs. “I see you appreciate my interest,” said Eva. She ran her hand over my groin, grabbing the testicles through the fabric. I was unsure what to do. Should I stand there passively and be groped? Was this really happening to me?Anna was behind me now,.