I imagined her face warped with ecstasy as she took dirty cocks in every position, being ****d by cleaners, bent over the toilet bowl. I could feel th... weight of the soaked bra hanging from my shoulders, the scent of detergent making my mind go blank. The guilt of imagining my mother being gang****d and the thrill of doing this taboo act was causing pressure to build in my crotch and I knew that I would come no matter how little pressure I applied to my cock. It was time.I closed the lid of the. She was gently squeezing my balls and stroking them, trying to coax my little pink cock back into life. I was stroking her pussy, kissing her and feeling her lovely soft tits.She started talking about one of her friends, who I also knew. We shall call her Lana. Lana is a big, beautiful Jamaican woman, a big lady with HUGE breasts, a nice big bum and a gorgeous face. We had all been out together a few times and been to a few parties, dinner parties and so on together. ‘You know Lana?’,. She let her robe fall from her body and crawled into the bed beside him. Now it was his turn to go and get rid of the morning breath that everyone wakes up with. He kissed the top of her head before he got up from the bed, not bothering with a robe. His morning arousal all too evident, professing his physical desire for this woman. It wasn’t just the physical desire though. It was the love that was bursting from his heart. It was his desire to spend the rest of his life with her. It. We spoke for an hour and mostly about sex. I got to know that her friend’s name was Vaishali. Kavita was a bisexual and Vaishali was a lesbian. Vaishali also spoke with me on the same call and we all became so open about talking sex. We decided to chat on Skype that night. Ah I was waiting for them to come online. They finally came online and both of them were boozing. They had beer glasses in their hands.Both of them were wearing a skimpy tube top and a tight mini shorts. They looked.