"Number one, you can start fucking my wife."Number one was a strongly built man in his early forties, with a bit of salt and pepper in his hair but no...pot belly. He rubbed his hands with glee. "I've been stroking for ages at the prospect of fucking you, Maria. Get ready cause here comes my load."He had already inserted his long hard cock into Maria's pussy as he spoke and was soon banging away at the whore. Maria's big tits bounced around her chest as he rammed his cock into her cunt, grunting. Haina raj? :pI said hmmm because I was busy pounding my Neha’s pussy and sucking on her big nipples!Deepa undress and came on top of mom and place her pussy on her mouth!Deepa: suck it like a bitch mom! We know how good you suck uncles dick!I was in pure heaven!I untied mom no Deepa was laying over mom having a passionate lesbian love!Both oh them were moaning like in hell…They sat up and I could see clearly where my sister got her tits from! I was sucking deepa’s boobs and fondling my mom’s. In a twisted sort of a way, it reminded me of my own marriage and widowhood. You see my husband had died of cancer. Prostate cancer.They reckon all men will get it if they live long enough, but he hadn't. He was only fifty-six when he died. I nursed him at home for the last three months, till his body could fight no more. Then his spirit was released from its broken prison, to live in the ether around me, and comfort me in my time of loss. It broke my heart, and the pieces fell onto the bed. She told me that it is very hard for her to even breath easily in that tight saree. I got her point that she wanted to remove that saree as ssoon as possible. But i was in the mood to enjoy the afternoon till late evening. I sat besides her touching her hot body and started seeing her hand ( i told her that i can see fortune in lines of hands. Lol that was a lie).And told her many things about her and her life. In between i touched her thighs and boobs accidently and many a times i put my hand.