But that giddy feeling vanished as Maxine began showing obvious joy at what they were doing. I was fascinated by her moaning and limber contortions, a... the same time imagining what she might taste like. She pulled her free right leg up and over his head, pulling his mouth into her crotch with her heel on the back of his neck, until finally she erupted into muffled squeals. Her lower body pushed repeatedly against his face – his head bouncing back at me as she thrust upward – and finally. Slowly she took my left hand and put inside the sari, which was moved a little on top. I was also careful and moved my hands slowly so that other sitting person should not doubt. She placed my hand on her left boob, which were still covered. She was not wearing a bra, which was again an intelligent thinking. I cupped them and began Squeezing them first softly and then slowly I increased the speed and pressed them harder. My erection was at its full enjoyment. She had closed her eyes and. Now he gently, slowly, rhythmically rubbed his cock end on my asshole, flicking it in and out and over it’s little hidden hole, sometimes pushing gently as if to enter my ass. My asshole was slick with his pre cum and my pussy juices and I felt incredibly naughty, very daring. My clit was incredibly sensitive, his fingers slow, gentle, as just the tip of his cock, just the tip, parted my anus, and then slipped back out, and then again and I came hard, gushing, wetting the bed, I felt my juices. Light touches became more intense, a firm hand, gripping her, a brisk rub this time and she was gasping and attempting to grind on the leg that had fallen between her own. She was slowly losing control of herself, allowing him to play her body as he found the perfect melody for them there on the floor. Michael alternated between her breasts, allowing her to pleasure herself on the leg of his jeans, leaving more and more of her sweet musky scent there for him to discover later. It felt so good.