The room was small. There was a medium-sized table with a sewing machine and pieces of cloth on it. The only other furnishings were a low dresser and ... twin-sized bed.Still yammering instead of preparing for sex with a lovely woman, I asked, "Do you sew?" My sister does," she replied as she slipped out of her dress, "this is her house. My son and I live here with her." Is she divorced too?" I tactlessly asked.Nancy looked at me with a hint of annoyance. "I thought we were here to make love,". "—in this instance, my sweetheart." Now, where are we?" the blonde twenty-five-year-old asked me a third time.I opened the driver's door with my left hand while turning to face my sexy companion, aware my cock was sticking out where anyone interested could look at it."We are ten blocks due east of downtown," I told her, repeating the location phrases I must have already uttered a thousand times since moving in here two-and-a-half years or so ago. "And, if Avenue A didn't dead end at Locksway. Come lie down on the bed.”He did was he was told while Nora took Disha’s panties off. They were soaking wet by now – drenched in Nora’s cum. “I’m going to sit on your face and smother you with my ass while jerking you off with your wife’s wet underwear.”Rohit took a deep breath as Nora sat her curvy butt down on his face. Her smelly asshole was right on his mouth. He could feel the warmth and plushness of her ass cheeks smother him. He loved it. He started licking her dirty, bitter asshole. He. I helped them to get a bit of food, and couldn't help but gawk at my wife's friend in her sexy outfit. She was 42 years old, a bit thicker, and had stuffed her sexy curves into the tightest fitting mini-skirt. In her drunken state, the skirt was riding up and was barely covering her shapely ass. I tried to see if there was any panty lines through the material, but didn't see any. My wife stumbled up to our room saying something about getting her friend some pillows and blankets. I kept her.