And right now--right at this instant--she could hear Robin's cries of unmistakable passion. She could feel the clawlike fingers pressing urgently at t...e back of her head and forcing her open mouth more fully onto the spread, silky, squashed lips of her daughter's sweet pussy.The cries had another kind of sound to her--something that harkened back through time to when Robin was a small girl. It was as if she were crying for comfort and love, just the way she used to when she would fall and skin. I was enjoying this and all of a sudden he said follow me to the stall. I was amazed that he was so forward. He walked in to one of the stalls and dropped his trousers to the floor and as I walked in he unzipped mine and pushed them to the floor and then he locked the door. This was happening way faster than I was used to and he went down on me and was sucking my cock to the pubes. I couldn't take it any longer and soon felt him tonguing the lower side of my cock. he went down 2 more times and. My hands were caressing my body, light touches, arms crossed touching my shoulders. Slowly the fingertips moved downward circling the outlines of my breasts. Perspiration under the fleshy mounds, my areoles had shrunken to half-dollar size and my nipples were taunt and pointed. Everyone's eyes were following my hands eagerly as they moved further and further down my body and lingered on my pubic area, hoping my fingers would follow the thin landing strip of hair further. They were not. Oh yeah! That son of a bitch Akshay Kumar had taken her for a ride. Not just her, he had even bed Shilpa Shetty, Pooja Batra and Rekha and forgotten. The nerve of him to marry Twinkle Khanna! OK. Twinkle was a great lay. Raveena knew that. After all, it was Raveena who had first ‘coached’ Twinkle on the art of fucking directors to get a role. She was very fair in colour, almost white like milk, with big boobs and a great big ass. Raveena loved women with big asses. It gave her a tremendous rush.