Amar airport me hi humse bahut mafi mangee aur phir Amar aur Priya bhabhi ne mujhe ek bar phir se mumbai aane ko kaha. maine bhi Priya bhabhi ki taraf...dekhte hue unlogo se kaha, “jaroor aunga, sach tumhare inha aa kar hume bahut anand aya aur mai koshis karunga ki mai jaldee hi phir se mumbai aaun.” maine bhi Amar aur Priya bhabhi se delhi aane ko kah aur un dono bhi delhi ane ke liye hami bhar dee. Priya bhabhi boli, “jaroor humlog jaldi hi aapke pas Delhi jainge.” mai usi sham flight pakar. There was a shifting of energy and conversation in the room. Sexual energy was present like ozone in the air before a thunderstorm. I felt heavy with desire and sexuality. Jonathan looked at me and held his hand out to me. Come. I kneeled in front of him as he sat on the couch. Moving closer to her husband on the couch, her eyes swept over me. It’s ok her eyes told me. Unspoken between us, communicating the way women can: It’s alright. We aren’t doing anything wrong.I kneeled on the floor like. I was shivering. Because mom in law is very cruel and sadist. She does not tolerate small mistakes. As I could not fuck my wife, she declared me as slave only and getting all nasty things with me.By 5 a.m. Car came. I received Jayalaxmi, daugher Nagamani, her hubby Anurag came. I received them. After they entered in the house, I immediately fell on Jayalaxmi’s feet and hold them tightly “I am slave, I am slave mom in law, I am slave to your nose, boobs, hips, ass, asshole, armpits, I am your. “That was a bit naughty, Mike, especially for an older man like you,” she said.I zipped the tent shut, kissed her stomach and then set to work slowly licking up and down between her pussy lips. Emily had hold of my head and was quietly sighing as I tasted more and more of her wetness.After a few minutes I stopped to remove my t-shirt. Emily reached up and ran her finger nails down my chest before pulling at the waistband of my shorts.“Not yet,” I said as I returned to licking her up and down.I.