Gautam’s cock was aching while she managed to get all the attention. Now it was her turn to return the favour.Quickly Rashmi stood up on the bed and...Gautam lied down at her place. He still had his pants on, and his erect cock formed a huge lump in his pants. As he lied on his back, Rashmi slowly removed his pants off his body. His cock jumped out in the open as she pulled his pants off his legs. She looked back at his impressive cock and immediately held it in her hand. Slowly she started to. They began to lift her shirts up, over her head, into a mess around her wrists. A little like being tied. There were hands on her breasts, outside the tight, day-glo green sports-bra. There was another between her buttocks. The knot that held her sweatpants were being untied. “The bitch is on heat..” Strong hands lifted her off the machine, and while in mid-air, she could feel how her pants slid down her legs. Why could she not just say no? They placed her on a large wooden crate. She was on. “Wow daddy” she gasped as she looked at his erection struggling underneath his shorts and without saying a word her reached into the waistband and pulled his shorts down, OMG he did have a nice cock.“OMG daddy” she gasped as his erection came into view and I was convinced that this was probably the first time she had seen his meat and I was also convinced that he had wanted this to happen for some time.“You want to touch it babygirl?” he asked in a soft voice as he lay back on the sofa and I. She was without that bra now. Her breasts were high and firm and huge. Milk was pouring from her. The milk had soaked her blouse which was only a piece of see through cotton. It was running down to her micro-mini-skirt, which was askew."Oh, Bobby," she wailed when she saw me. She threw her arms around me and collapsed. I helped her to a seat just as Mr. Williams came in. She was sobbing but trying to hold it in. She was so distraught she couldn't help the tears. We all were distraught.A young.