” I smile sweetly again like butter wouldn't melt. I don't admit I imagine a rock hard cock in my mouth, spurting hot cum over my face. Nor do I men...ion the delicious gasping and moaning when a guy can't stop himself cumming and it's me getting him off. That really turns me on, makes me cum. But I don't tell them that.Mike takes a coin from his pocket. “Heads I go home in just my boxer shorts,” he says, “Tails you get into your panties and think about the guy unclipping your bra.” His eyes dare. I asked her name to which she replied she was Anjali. Her full name was Anjali Patel. I came to know she was settled in Bangalore as her husband was recently transferred from Surat to here.Her husband was in a lucrative Government job which explained her lifestyle. I introduced myself. She was quite impressed by my qualifications and attitude. The other lady with her was her sister and as guessed they were attending a marriage in Hyderabad.Our general conversation continued. It was around 8 pm. . she wanted to scream... to do anything that might break the drugged cocoon of lust that was helplessly imprisoning her... but then she felt the wet animal nose tease against her tiny exposed anus, making her jerk uncontrollably forward with the erotic shock. Abruptly, she sensed Kappi's hot, wet tongue snake out and lick moistly up and down the smooth, deep crevice separating her lewdly upraised buttocks. It taunted the tiny recessed circle of her anal ring, then began licking at the pink,. She clung to her covered tits, squeezing and smashing them in her hands, her eyes closed, her mouth open, churning her ass in a matching rhythm with her son’s plunging cock. Her cunt was as hot as it had been in the pasture, and her hunger leaped hotly. She couldn’t get her legs open enough, but she strained them as wide as she could, wanting her son to ram her cunt, bruise her greedy pussylips, crush her swollen clit.“Fuck it, Tony!” she hissed. “Fuck that cunt, baby! Oooh, ram that cock up my.