..it was at least three...I couldn’t stifle them...well neither could you...the sex show was hyper stimulating.Faun knew someone was there...but not...whom. I think in the actual heady aching near climax state she was in , she didn’t care...she would have got it off with her own mum or my dad I think...but thank the fates it was me...sweaty and hotter still with penis wanking exertion...I boldly went in at her invitation:“Oh you filthy perv...whoever you are... get in here”I had a split second. Her nipples scraped against my hard chest and she writhed against me, my Lund hard against her belly.“Prashanth,” she gasped, “Ab raha nahin jaa raha hai… fuck me … Ab Chodo mujhe…. Fuck me hard … Quickly …”I made her sleep at the edge of the bed with her legs over the side. I knelt between her split thighs and fingered her Choot. She moaned deep in her throat when I kissed her again. I cupped and weighed the big, swollen luscious mounds of her Mummey. I bent my head, squeezed one succulent. I fought it long enough. If this is what Alex wants me to do, then I might as well have some fun with it.“Take that off.”“Mm, yes, sir!”Miranda excitedly removed her shirt. No bra, just like I suspected.She dropped to her knees and bit at the air in front of my crotch. I watched with muted anticipation as she turned around and shook her ass in my face. What a little tease.“Come here.”Miranda straddled me on the couch. Breasts and hair in my face, I was right where I needed to be. I sucked. Maren lächelte spitzbübisch: „Du brauchst gar nicht nach einem Klo suchen, mein kleiner Pisser, heute geht kein Tropfen von dir in eine Schüssel. Stell dich ans Geländer über den Springbrunnen!" Ich zögerte. „Aber Maren..." „Na los, ich helfe dir." Mit Einkaufstüten in beiden Händen trat ich ans Geländer und blickte mich um. Zum Glück waren nur wenige Leute zu sehen. Da spürte ich Maren nah hinter mir, ihre Brüste drückten sanft gegen meinen Rücken. Sie griff um meine Taille herum, knöpfte.