Mumbai mein main akela rehta hu. Mumbai chorne ke liye uska bhai apni car innova lekar aaya tha car main wo bikul mujhse chipak kar baithi thi mere an...ar ka shaitan jaag utha maine dheere dheere pehle uski mandiyo ko sehlana shru kiya jisse wo bhi garam hone lagi par usne kuch kaha nahi takriban saare raste yehi chalta raha aur hum ghar pohach gaye uska bhai hame chor kar wapas chala gaya.Ab sirf main bhabhi aur uski beti hi the . Fir maine unko room main baithne ko kaha aur bola ke main bahar. My breasts and nipples werevery sensitive and reactive. I liked that and wondered what would happennext. As I crept down my body, I also wondered what had been done to mysex. As my fingers found the fold that was my new 'pussy' I tried toslip one finger into the opening. It was very tight and did not allowaccess. I could not feel the activity other than a general pressure, butknew there was some more to find out. As I picked at the edge of the'pussy mask' I realized it had to be glued in. "Well, I am alone," I said to myself. The email had come from a private email. There was no name or email address. "What the hell?" I said as I picked up my phone. I walked into my office and opened the email on the computer. ‘Who is this?' I replied. I was sure it was some spam or someone wanting money, so I deleted it. I got up to go back to the kitchen when another email popped up. ‘A friend. This is important, Staci. Where do you think Stan is right now?' I covered my mouth. I wanted to. The thought of Beth’s pussy juices being shared in that kiss started me off pushing deep into my wife. All out, all in. Slow and steady with a nice hard bump as I bottomed out and my nutsack slapped her ass on every stroke. Annie drooled spit onto Tom’s meat took one big breast in each hand and molded them over her husband’s cock. He began to match my time as we fucked my wife’s tits and cunt together. Annie, it seemed was not being left out. She moaned and yelped into her husband’s mouth.