A week ago, I would have denied it, but a lot had happened in the past two days. “Yes, I was,” I said, looking her straight in the eyes. “An... what’s so interesting up there?” she asked, playfully. “I was looking at your pants,” I said. ”My knickers,” she replied, speaking like a person interrogating a child over some act of naughtiness, and being unsatisfied with the answers, “And what’s so interesting about my underwear?” “Dunno,” I answered, “I was just looking.” “Is it my. Woh mera saar pakda aur boobs mein laga diye…..suck it…. Aahhhh…..suck my boobs…uuffff. Mein jor jor se chut masalne laga aur boobs chusne laga…aopp…aao..aopp..opp..opp.aop.Me- khujli kam hua Payal? Hnnggmmm…aopp..aoppp..aoppp….kam hua?Payal- aaah….aahh…ahh….aur jor se.a…ahh…rub it hard i said…uuff….Mene tab apna middle finger uski chut mein ghusa diya aur in out karne laga……off……aahh…it was full wet in side.Payal – ooooohhh mummy…aahhh….slow….aahh…plzdhire aahhh.Mein continusly in out karte. She started to open her mouth, and then she stared into my eyes. It seemed to resolve whatever inner conflict she had because then she looked into my eyes and dropped her towel.I didn’t notice when I stood up and walked over to her. I didn’t notice when I threw her on the bed. I didn’t even fucking notice how I got naked. But I noticed when her small hand was stroking my naked cock. Her hand movements where different from my wife’s sure strokes. Hailee fumbled along with trying pleasure me with. “She’s still a novice.” Ms. Brendan told the man, not even looking back at Donna.“Okay, that explains her reaction.” He said as he popped his hand out of her.He looked at her rim which felt as it was gaping wide open.“She’s quite irritated here, an infection or something like it?” he inquired, his hands on her buttocks again, opening up her hole.“No, part of her training. A mere side-effect.” Ms. Brendan answered.“I see...” the man looked at her ass hole for a while, and then she felt him touch.