Anchal came towards me and greeted me with a hug. I was taken aback but its just that Anju’s family is quiet modern and they greet each other with a...kiss on either cheek. It was not that I was a complete stranger to Anchal we had chatted quietly on Facebook but never met in person. I should rather say he has always commented on my facebook pictures I used to upload. He picked my luggage and we started going towards his car. Anchal: hello aunty you are looking gorgeous in this saree.Me: thank. I invite him into my flat and ask why he’s here…I wasn’t expecting you. He says that he was at home and found one of the videos we had made – he was watching my nipples harden as he licked & sucked them on the video. He said he’d felt his cock twitch as this point. The video had then cut to him licking my pussy, I could see him getting hard as he explained that he loved watching his tongue run over my shaven pussy down to my pussy lips, plunging into my wet pussy. I stop him there…I knew I. " It's alright," Danica muttered, getting right behind me. "If someone is going to show me up, I'd certainly want it to be her," she let me know, placing her chin on my right shoulder. "Oh, yes, dear sexy daughter, suck your boyfriend's dick and make him want to cum all over your face. You're going to have to give him the right to facials too because this motherfucker loves you, and that's a fact, he fucked your mother, Tara," Danica explained, placing her hands on my stomach and rubbing. A few people called out “get a room!” but since I don’t really give a shit what people think about me, we just kept going. The fact that it was annoying people just made me harder. My hands felt her ass through the sundress and I moved them up to her breasts. “Not here,” she said, then she coyly moved away from me. “Where?” I asked. She just shrugged her shoulders and walked to her car so I followed her. I grabbed her by the waist, turned her around, and started kissing her passionately. She.