The cotton crotch that was soaking up her musty snatch juices and there I was, standing in the garage, looking at her with a cock harder than tempered...steel wishing my tongue was that cotton crotch.Now I had a dilemma, I have to get back into the house, but I can’t do it with a gigantic rock hard dick jamming the front of my jeans into the shape of a circus tent. I also couldn’t do what I wanted to do which was drop my jeans right there, stroke my cock and blow enough cum to fill a big gulp. He lowered his track pant and underwear and held his dick in his hand and started stroking to and fro.”Can you take off your kamiz.” Sultan said while kissing shifa on her lips. “Some one might come..its not safe here..” Shifa was hesitant. “No one comes here at this time” he was trying to convince her. “What you wanna do?” she asked. “I wanna kiss on those pink nipples..” Firoz could hear him removing her kamiz and it was thrown on the floor. Firoz leaned a little to get a glimpse of topless. I then could then feel his warm breath of the unnamed waiter I barely knew kissing softly down the hairline on my neck. Soft and sensual, I tilt my head to one side and he gently kisses around and up to my ear lobe. He was young and handsome, tanned and toned, tall and had eyes to die for He then whispers, cindy… as he slowly guides his hands down my arms and back up to my shoulders and rubbing them. As he goes back to kiss and gently nibble on my ear lobe his hand slides along side the side of. Apparently, it had been a long time for Judy as well. Our eyes locked on to each other as the silence grew heavy, and the sweet smell of arousal filled the hallway. I took a deep breath, and whispered " is there somewhere we can go?". She smiled and whispered back " the repair room at the end of the hall. I just came in for moment on my day off, so I won't be missed." I picked up my basket of laundry and followed her down the hall.Once the door was locked behind us, Judy wrapped her arms around.