They'd dance with each other, like dirty dancing, or just dance by themselves. Sometimes they'd dance for me, with one of them getting on the coffee t...ble and doing a bump and grind thing. Jules liked to wiggle her narrow hips and pull her camisole upward, giving me sexy peeks at her pussy and butt. Bambi danced behind her for awhile, holding Julie's tits, really squeezing those small mounds and pinching her nipples while the girl rode her thigh.Lisa gave her dad a lap dance, with her mom's. I live in our small house in a small town in south India. Surely not alone. There was my mother, Girija who is a widow and she is in her early 40s. It has been 9 years since my father died and she spent most of her time in prayers and meditation. On the other hand it was around this time I discovered the art of masturbation and I start spending most of the time in the new hobby.Then there comes a friend of my mom, Sindhu, to our house. That’s when all the fantasies and joy in my life started.. I really don't fucking care.A few turns and skips through the small launderette, laughing all the way, and I need to pee. I walk over to the loo and, of course, it's locked. Damn! I step out the back door to my car parked right there, reach into the glove box for my tissues, and have my pee there in the alley. A girl's got to do what a girl's got to do. After tidying up, I put the unused tissues back in my glove box, tossing the used tissues in a small bin by the door. Thankfully there's a. I know her pussy was hungry to be filled.I walked over and dropped to my knees behind her. I used one arm to circle her waist and pull her against me. My cock began twitching against the smoothness of her ass. I reached around and used my other hand to begin stroking the pussy that I knew so well. It didn’t take long for her to begin to moan through her stuffed mouth. My fingers went easily inside the waistband of her flimsy lingerie pants and found her G-spot. That was all it took.She.