She had a nice ass with some nice titis as well, it was really visible cause she had a small skirt with a spagetti shirt (nice view with everything). ...^P She kept rubbing her self and pushing her self against me like if it was an accident "oops" "giggle giggle" "sorry i keep touching you" "giggle". Shet" i dint mind i liked it couse i kept feeling her boobs against my chest (and i love big boobs and nalgas!(ass))(DAm you TV and internet!...) my d*ck kept rubbing against her as well (i knew. I had never eaten my cum, justed tasted it a little, so this was new to me.I was bout to say something when the lights came up, during the interval.I looked at the guy sitting next to me, he was not that bad looking, in is late forties maybe, totally well built which i could just see by the loose t-shirt he had on him. He kept looking at me, probably waitin for an answer."Kabhie kisi stranger ka liya hai?" Nahi", i replied.'Mera lega na chutiye?"."Mujhe ata nahi", i said.And the lights went off. In our room, the door wasn't even shut before Debbie was on her knees upzipping me and slipping my rod into her moist lucious mouth. Her lips stroked my shaft as she swallowed my seven inches with ease. This slut had me balls deep in seconds. Meanwhile, my wife was kissing my boss as his hands reached under her skirt and into her panties. She groaned as he sucked her nipples and slipped a finger into her tight hole. "oh baby", she purred as she watched Debbie lick and suck my cock and. "Shove off, Vic."Moses led the way to a corner booth in the lounge. The seats and tables were red and yellow plastic, and it only took India a moment to figure out that this had once been a fast food restaurant. Part of the menu board still flickered above the counter. Today, the only nutrition served here was from the bottom of a beer bottle.Perhaps it was a step up, nutritionally speaking, she noted ironically.India scanned the room carefully, the hardware inside her head capturing every.