The thing i hate about a 69 is that i can't concentrate fully on what i'm doing because of what's being done to me at the same time - its too distract...ng. And despite the fact that my Master has been serviced by another woman right in front of me, despite the fact that He is watching us now, despite the fact that i am eating her pussy, i can feel myself getting closer to climax. He starts talking to us, coaxing us, ?Come on little sluts, cum for Me?, and the sound of his voice sends me over the. She looked at Prem and told him to talk to me. Prem had no objection, he was wanting to see her get fucked, how she takes my fat lund in her choot, by looking that on the screen he wants to get hard on and then fuck her hard one more time. Lata did not wait for me, came close kissed me on my lips, gave me thanks for good camera angles and monitor arrangement, opened my fly and started making by shaft hard enough as per her liking. She pulled me to the sofa by catching my lund. Made me sit and. “Oh don't worry Hazel,” I said, “you're not showing anything.” I paused for effect then added. “This time!!!” I saw a bemused look on her face. “This time?” she questioned. “Yes,” I continued, “this time. It was different when you were getting out of your car though.” Now her cheeks went really scarlet. “You really should wear something under it when you go out,” I said. “Oh my god,” she gasped. “Did anyone else see?” “I don't think so,” I replied, “not that I know of but you can see into the. I realize now that I hurt her deeply and our moving away from each other started then. It wasn’t not having children but the way I treated her about it. We didn’t talk. The next thing I knew, she was heavily involved in her quilting that she had done as far back as high school. We would have used her quilting room for a baby’s room. That was part of my diatribe. She went in there to quilt and I would watch TV. She would talk with her friends and meet with them. I would watch TV and drink. I.