George ignored her look and began pulling off the little beige panties. ‘I want to fuck you and feel that fantastic silk between us.’ As he slippe... the panties over her feet, Jackie’s legs fell apart as if they were controlled by a spring. Her naked pussy, topped by her neatly trimmed snatch, gaped up at George. He recalled seeing it and fingering it the night before under the table. He took the little strip of cloth he had removed and rubbed it lightly over her pubes. He inserted a silk. She poured them both a cup, hers thick and sweet with cream, his black as his byzantine curls. They sat together and looked across the table at each other. Something good and dirty flashed between their eyes, a spark of igniting fire over the rims of their mugs. “When does your husband come home?” Max asked. “Not until this evening,” she answered. In one smooth motion he rose, reaching for her as she left her chair and dove into his arms. His kisses were a tender rain, his lips exploring her. Aggg!" The black mans finger thrust inside her and he too gave her a flurry of burning thrusts."Hmmmm yeah that is tight, uh, that'll do just fine." She was able glance over her shoulder now and she was speechless with horror.The Mask was bending down pressing the tube ends and the greased ball against her hole. She squealed as he pushed hard her muscles not wanting to part then like she was doing a huge dump she gave way the ball end popping inside."UGggggg!" She grunted as her rim snapped. Anju took possession of the glass in one hand and with the other she patted his hand which was placed on her shoulder. This intimate touch gave Satish some courage and taking advantage; he encircled one of his hands over her neck and with the other he manoeuvred her inside the bathroom.As Anju lifted the glass to her lips, he held her hand firmly till she emptied the glass. Anju choked at the last mouthful and before she could spit it out, Satish was quick enough to hold her mouth by his hand.