Nadine’s breasts plopped out of the push-up bra she no longer was wearing. I never believed a soccermom with 3 kids could ever look so good. Breasts...in great shape, her body in perfect condition. I stood up and pulled down her skirt, revealing a black thong hiding her pussy lips. ‘Enough for now’ she said, and pushed me down back in my chair. She was turned on, and the louder moaning of Cindy made me want it even more. Nadine’s tongue was twirling around the head of my cock. It was tough for. Jim lived in a granny flat out in the backyard. The granny flat was part of the garage/studio where Pam, Jim and Smithy worked on their artistic projects. Jim was an artist who'd had a few pissweak, pretentious and poorly attended exhibitions in wanky arthouses. To make ends meet Jim worked as a sign writer for a large company.Everyone knew that Jim was her lover but even in the supposed free-wheeling and open 70's, it still wasn't OK to be living in sin. Especially not in lovely middle class. ’ ‘Ok, Covent Garden and Pizza, there’s a great place not far.’ and taking her hand in his they started to walk, people swirling around them, even though it was cold, London on a Saturday as usual busy and bustling. * Sitting in the Pizza restaurant, the remains of her meal being attacked by Misha as he lifted the last slice up to his mouth, she glanced around the cosy room. People were talking and eating, enjoying their day out in the Capital City, some people had large shopping bags denoting. Maine ek ghut bhari or pani muh me hi rakha fir usne mere hontho se honth bhidaye or mere muh ka sara pani pi gyi. Fir maine kha mera lund muh me le le to vo mna krne lgi to maine kaha bas aisa hi pyar h kya. Fir usne kha chal thik h aaja m uske chati ke uper aa gya usne lund pakda or lund ka topa muh me le liya maine piche se uska sir pakad kar lund uske muh me andar bhar krne lga usne pura muh nhi khola tha isliye uske daant mere lund me chubh rhe the.Fir m uske pas let gya vo lete hue mere.