My dad worked a shift pattern in a residential school. He had to "sleep over" every Monday evening and so I decided that I would make my move on a Mon...ay. Over a few months I developed a rapport with my mother. I did this by giving her hugs from behind, telling her how great a mum she was and by buying her a present now and again. I started with the usual chocolates and moved into items of clothing. Another one of my ploys was to take her out for a meal when my dad was working. After our meal I. The scene opened with two couples, one white and one black, sitting on an L-shaped sectional. They chatted about how nervous they were to be swapping, but it didn't take long before the blonde-haired woman reached over and began caressing the knee of the beautiful, large-breasted black woman. After a bit of mutual caressing with the encouragement of their husbands, the women swapped spots on the sofa and turned their attentions to each other's husband.The white woman began kissing the muscular. He then massaged her left breast. His hands started to rub the soft mussels of her breasts clock and anticlockwise. Her nipples started to stiffen as his hands slide over them. Rupa felt the warmth caused by the friction of the movement of his palm on her boobs. In between the circular motions he gave each breast a two-handed massage, pulling them up before letting them each gently fall back to rest. Rahul then concentrated to Rupa’s nipples. His expert finger first encircled one of her. Our moans filled the room. My body was going crazy with sensation, as his hands slid over every inch of me. I continued working my fingers through his hair, tugging slightly when I wanted it harder or faster. His one hand gripped my ass, fingernails digging into me as his other hand tugged on my hair; two of my favorite things. In one quick motion he had pulled out of me and flipped me around on my stomach bringing my ass up to meet his waiting cock and he was back in me from behind before I.