It almost looked as though she was supporting herself by holding onto his throat and cock while the other girl made her knees buckle.The images before...me are taking their toll on my ability to restrain myself, and my hand will not stop what it is doing even if I asked nicely. As she jerks him off upward at her own pussy and their friend’s tongue she keeps choking him. She looks at me for a second. With the thorough tongue fucking she is getting interfering with her composure, the look on her. It was a glass ornament that his mother had bought them the first year they’d moved in together. She’d squealed and hugged Mama like it was going out of style. ‘Oh Jeanie, it’s gorgeous! I wonder how they got all that gold glitter to form such perfect circles on the inside?’ She wonders aloud. ‘It wasn’t easy. Trust me on that one.’ His mother assures her. It would come to be her favorite on the tree. Then, there was the green pine cone that she had made when she was in the fourth grade. Most. The weekdays brought our decadent, perverted lifestyle back. On Monday, we fucked Janani so badly out of pent up frustration that she could barely walk properly till Wednesday. I started getting much closer to Anjan’s mom and was enjoying it. By Tuesday, I made it a part of the routine to get my face close enough to hers like on Sunday, and ensured her body completely pressed into mine, boobs crushing into my chest. On Wednesday, I noticed that she tied her saree below the navel, for whatever. I had not noticed. I was too busy.We got out & he locked the car. He led me, “By the hand”, down a dirt path into the trees. It was quite dark,but he knew where he was going. We turned into the trees, into a very small clearing, & stopped. I knelt down to suck his cock again.“Strip naked” he said (Lucky it was a warm evening)In a few seconds I was naked. I looked at him. His trousers were at his feet, his cock sticking out like a pole.I lovingly put my lips over it, & wetting it.