I watched him stroke his cock a few times through the gloryhole. I saw spit drop and land on the head of his cock making is shiny and wet, he stepped ...p to the hole and fed his bare and glistening cock through the hole. I lifted my petticoat and rubbed the head of his cock up and down past my puckering hole several times. I then pushed back on it. The head entered my bare asshole. I moaned, and turned my face back to the uncut cock in front of me, and went back to work on it. The hung stranger. Ah… iissss….magi amar jal khase jabe….aaahhhhhh…..aahhhhh……Kakima ramalar gud theke hath ber korlo, kakimar angul gulo ramalar guder rase chak chak korche, ramala ebar khate uthe ese pa duto phaka kore gudta keliye suye porlo.Ka : babu dekh magi tor chodon khabar jannya ki rakam gud keliye sueche, chude magir gud phatiye de…..magir kelano guder chal chariye de……Ami ramalar du payer phake hantu mure bose du hath diye guder chul sariye phutota ber korlam, phutota khabi kachhe, nakittir tir kore. She told me that she was preparing lunch. She made me wait and suggested I should watch the TV.But I had other ideas. I followed her to the kitchen and hugged her from behind and pressed her boobs. The sexy Indian lady moaned but rebuked me to be patient. I did not listen to her. I insert my hands inside her loose t-shirt and fondled her boobs over the bra.She was wearing a loose t-shirt and shorts. The t-shirt was thin and I could see the white bra she was wearing inside. How could I bear to. She was carrying her heels. Cynthia had a summer dress on. Sleeveless short button-down front with flowers. Both women were wearing stockings, but I don't think either one had a bra on.We walked down the dock and I felt good with a good-looking woman on each arm. We were fortunate enough to find a restaurant with only a short wait. We sat at their outside bar while we waited. I stood between the two girls with a hand on each of their thighs.“You can put your hand up higher. We're married.”I.