She had a cooler by her side, probably selling ice cream, and said something I couldn’t hear over the beginning of the film.I sat up and leaned in t...wards her and she bent down to me. “Please signora,” she said quietly, as not to disturb anyone, “this is ... I’m afraid you need to stop.”I grinned at her and asked: “Stop what?”She looked towards Triss’ lap where part of his cock still stuck out of his pants, slowly losing its erection. “Well, you know,” she said. “Stop ... doing that...”I was. ”“Really?” she said with a smile, and I had to admit that I had.“That’s kind of hot,” said Nat. “I sort of wish I’d been there.”There was a pause. She bit her lip, realising she’d given her own feelings away. I suddenly noticed that her nipples were hard under her top. She was definitely aroused.“That would have been nice,” I said. So now I’d admitted that I’d have liked to watch Nat masturbate too.“Really?” she said.“Sure. We could have watched them together. They were pretty impressive.”Nat. She did not want her husband’s friend to make her beg. She picked her petticoat and saree to wear it back. But then Rajeev couldn’t resist and just grabbed her from back. And he started feeling her again.Rajeev was all guns blazing again. He was determined to make a rear entry this time. Sangeeta was a little resistant now as she had lost the momentum. He started poking between her butts. Sangeeta kept saying, no no no. But may be that’s what Rajeev wanted, a little bit of resistance to get. Then I slowly trailed my hand down to my pussy, running my hand over my silk panties. The shock of doing this was unbelievable. Here I was the prude type of girl and I was actually touching myself with something besides a wash cloth. I ran my fingers over the entrance to my pussy, getting wetter with every touch. I was pulsing and knew I wanted more. I slid my panties off and touched myself with no barrier in between. I slowly ran my hands over my lips and gently slid one finger to part them. I.