”“Why? Aren’t you my whore?”“Stop it, Ravi. You know, I can resist such talk.”“Show me your panties”, he said ignoring her admonishing...She parted her legs and lifted her skirt just enough so he could look all the way up.“Enough?” she asked, without closing herself. He liked that about her. She was always up for such games.“How much is enough?” he said.“Please Ravi”, she begged.“Okay, close up.”She quickly rearranged herself.“Ravi, you have to help me. Please.”“How? What are you going to do –. I nodded at Blaise again and he stepped over with a small clear bowl and fancy spoon. I’d filled the bowl with lube for a more elegant effect. He ladled a generous amount of lube directly onto my swollen glans. I worked it in and over my sex and kept stroking my shaft for several minutes. One hand stroked, the other pulled and squeezed my balls.Another nod brought Blaise over again. This time I looked up and let him slide Long John into my mouth, through my throat and into my chest. He pushed. She confessed this time she had said she wouldn’t cover her tits and when he had started to massage her legs and thighs it had started tingles in her groin she wasn’t expecting. I asked her if Jordan was turning her on and she said he was attractive but what was more titillating was the touch. There was nothing sexual in the touch but it was stirring sexual feelings in her. My wife returned home after the next session confessing she had removed her pants at the start so when she turned over. M-ohh ahh babu jee apka land b to meri chut aur gand m moot raha hai mujhe garam kar raha hai kutte waise hi tera beta meri pyas nahi bujhata aur baap hai ki chut m mut raha hai tabhi sasur jee ne apni ek ungli meri gand m dal di ohh babu jee ye kya kar rahe ho apni bahu ki gand m ungali pel rahe ho ab kya wahan se mera halwa nikaloge kya sas-hayee kutiya teri gand ka halwa khane mile to kya baat hai ohh kaise ungali ghuswa rahi hai aur land peUchak rahi hai aur land ko apni chut ke pani se.