Running my fingertips up to his smooth shoulders and kissing softly up his spine. I hear him moan a little, it echoes through my mind. He turns to fac... me, my eyes immediately moving up to look into his eyes. His hands moving to my back and pulling me into his chest, my head leaning in on his heart. Closing my eyes as I hear it beat along with mine. He raises my chin to him, smiling at me as he pulls the button on my skirt and I pools around my feet. Shivering softly as I feel the warm air. Tabhi Simran bhi breakfast karne aa gai,, usne white color ka thin material ka top pehna hua tha ,jiske andar se uski black bra saaf dikhai de rahi thi,uska top thoda transparent hone ke karan chccho ki darar pata chal rahi thi,aur neech usne ek skirt pehni hui thi jo ki uske ghutno taka a rahi thi.Mummy ne jab Simran ko dekha to boli ki “ye kya pehn rakha hai tune,sab kuch to dikh raha hai” iss par main aur Ridhima thoda sa hass pade.Simran turant boli ki mummy ye mera favroute top hai, isse. Even him, even he could fuck me. I was wet so wet. I had reached a peak of arousal, and needed t be satisfied.I zipped up the little black dress. It fitted like a glove, it always had. What it hadn’t been was so short. It just covered my arse. Was just below my crotch. My stocking tops half visible.I walked out, onto the set. The set had been changed, and was now a table, with four chairs. I wasn’t alone on the set. Two guy sat there waiting for me. I stopped in my tracks. “Err, what’s going. She leaned down and slid one of her small soft hands inside my shorts. I felt a twitch in pants like I had never felt before. Then another twitch, my penis started getting hard instantly. Her gentle hand continued to push down into my pants along my leg. She leaned in closer to me, giving me a perfect view down her shirt. Her breasts were so big the size of cantaloupes, you could see right down into her cleavage. Searching in my pants she moved her hand across my leg to the other leg rubbing.