And to me even that felt amazing as all my sensory neurones fired, I couldn’t help but moan. I smelt cigarettes as he with a animalistic groan said,...“im gonna cum, fuck im gonna cum already” I didn’t really know or register at the time what he meant, then he wrapped his left arm around my back just above my ass and started to French kiss me, making sure to lick all my precum off my lips as well and thrust into me so hard and fast that when he sunk all the way in, this time my body was pushed. He kept this up for several minutes until he was convinced I was stretched enough for a true fucking. Around the fifth time he exited me, he stopped and tapped Ken on the shoulder. Ken reached down and tore the tape from my mouth. He slid his cock along my lower lip leaving traces of precum. Finally he nodded his head and Tommy thrust deep into me. I opened my mouth and let out a huge moan. Ken took this opportunity to slide his cock deep into my throat. He leaned over me and began to fuck my. And never wore Indian clothes like salwar kameez. Whenever I and my wife used to visit her at home, we always found her in shorts and loose tshirts. She normally used to wear shorts which barely covered her thighs. So I could get a glimpse of her milky white thighs. Also, her boobs kept on swinging whenever she walked. My wife had once told me that she does not wear bra when she is at home. That had really turned me on.Also, when she used to bend down while serving various eatables and drinks. It would have been worth the forfeit, he realised, to put him out of this agony!He very nearly blew it the minute that he left the hotel as he got into the car waiting to take them to the airport. He had gone in feet first and nearly fell over as he tried to ease his exposed legs into the back seat. His legs had parted and given his sister a free show, which caused her a lot of amusement, and he only just managed to recover before his mother arrived at the other side of the car.The rest of the.