There was some more intense oral sex, some pics, some naughty fun, and believe it or not, another over the top hard fucking session. We couldn't fuck ...ach other enough during this little outting. I came over and over again and he reached deep within himself and fucked me with such passion and such vigor that he worked himself into a fucking frenzy. I grabbed his ass and dug my long, red nails into him, gestering for him to keep fucking me. I ran my nails up and down his back hard and begged him. She let out a moan.I spanked her ass again and again. I could see her reaction as there was a mirror in front of us. I rubbed my dick on her ass crack. I rubbed my cock on her asshole. I rubbed my cock on her pussy lips. I spanked her ass harder and harder. I slowly pushed my dick inside her pussy.It was wet and my dick just slid in. It wasn’t tight as she has a kid. I fucked her pussy slowly. My every stroke was deeper. I saw my bhabhi looking at her in the mirror and smiling. I asked for the. Dad quickly figured out that something was wrong and sat himself down on the bed so that he would be less imposing. That seemed to help a bit but Mischa’s eyes still betrayed her level of panic.I shifted to get close to Tara and forced words out through the fuzz.“You need to go to Mischa. She needs a hug,” I told her. “Hug her hard so she know she’s been hugged.”Tara complained and said I should do it but that wasn’t going to happen. It had been such a massive effort to get the words out that. The lock took under 30 seconds, a breeze.I had known what to expect from the floor plans provided by Cochran Realty. Rowley had rented a studio, about 450 square feet. Essentially one big room with an enclosed bath along the rear wall. Next to the small Pullman kitchen.A floor lamp I recognized from West Elm provided the only light, but it was plenty. Rowley’s blue drapes were drawn closed on the three windows facing 18th Street.The bed was tucked behind a seven-panel wooden Japanese screen..