My best friend's wife was sucking my dick right there in their living room, burying half of my massive erection deep into her little mouth, sucking li...e I'd never been sucked before.Finally she stopped. She looked up at me, on her knees, and said, "As much as I'd like to keep doing this, I don't mean to sound like a lame ass. But I also know if we get too far into it, there is a risk the kids could come down. And that would not be good."I nodded and said, "I understand. But good Lord, I've. Nevertheless, it didn't seem that my presence there was distracting them. I felt quite a few drops of sweat coming down my body, so I had to let my hand into my shorts. I did it slowly and felt my twat.I jolted when I felt how wet it was at the thought of seeing my kids have sex. Even though Stephen was thrusting his cock very slowly, they let off the incest vibe, and I got high off it. Neither of them spoke, but shot each other lusty looks.I couldn't even get a good look at her cherry to see. At age thirty-two, thirty-two years back, I travelled overland with a friend from Amsterdam to India.As a fresh Master of Philosophy I got on welfare, soon I found out in practise I could do as I liked.A friend talked me into his travel plan to Anna University in Madras, now called Chennai, south India.At first he wanted to go by his old car, luckily custom rules by Iran and India prohibited this plan.We took a bus to Istanbul, the gate to Asia and while waiting for a third travel-mate we saw. There was some practically to this, since my car would only fit 5 people and we had 9 to deal with. I did feel a bit like a rock star though, being the only guy in a limo with 8 good looking, sexily dressed girls.I got plenty of shitty looks from the crowd in the line as we pulled up. While the club was tucked away, there was an unspoken rule that we tried to not draw any extra attention to ourselves. No flashy cars, no loud music... ... and no limos.I looked around as the girls and I got in.