Sharp eight, the door bell rang and Gupta Ji was standing with a bunch of flowers and a bottle of wine, I smiled at him and asked him to come inside. ...is eyes were scanning all my body parts, I wanted wore this sari as this dress was revealing all my curves and bulges.Mr. Gupta was around 60 yrs, not very tall, little dark complexion, he was bald and had a tummy which made him look like a typical Bhojpuri B-grade actor. He came inside and sat on the sofa, I offered him water, as I bend down to. All the meanwhile i started hearing loud moans coming through my window, now i gotta say, my boyfriend can just about fuck anyones brains out which makes them come crawling back, begging for more. I started getting wet, slipping my fingers into my pink panty, feeling myself get moist, and i was just about to start fingering myself when an idea hit me... i should call on his older brother, whose much more masculine than he is and from what ive heard from his previous girlfriends his dick was. One door was partially opened as I looked inside and saw an older slender man on the bed , fucking a younger guy like me in the ass from behind . His cock was so hard and thick as he went balls deep in and out of his hot fuckhole . I stood right next to them when the older man said that he was gonna blow his load ! I watched intently as he rammed his hard cock in and out , so hot to see his cock drenched in sperm as he emptied his balls . As he pulled his still hard cummy cock out he spread. She had breakfast ready when I arrived and we both ate and chatted as if nothing happened the week before - perhaps she was naively exposing herself to me. She was her usual rosy-cheeked, cheerful self. I noticed that she was wearing her usual iron-maiden bra under a powder- blue house dress. I was a little disappointed to observe that she was wearing panties. I could trace the outline of the waistband whenever she bent over or otherwise stretched the fabric of her dress. I was so turned on by.