I went into the house and went upstairs to my room. I passed my sisters room and heard a soft moan. I didn't pay attention to that and went to my room... I got my helmet and cloves and passed her door again.I heard a louder moan .I went to her door and then I heard the sound again. I peeked trough her keyhole. I saw her laying on the bed naked with her one hand on her tits and the other one between her legs.She was fingering HERSELF! Now I masturbate like any other boy does and I knew that girls. They’d picked it up from a junkyard and were working on restoring it to its former glory. When he got back home from his brother’s house it was four thirty and he immediately headed toward the shower. He smelled like sweat and motor oil and for a date with a pretty lady, that just wouldn’t do. His shower lasted a whole ten minutes. He was all about the jump in, scrub off, and jump out. When he was dressed in a pair of black pants and a dark grey button down that his mother had bought him for. And then when Gautam slowly pushed one of his fingers inside, Kiran imagined how Reddy usually tears her vagina apart with his thick cock.Kiran took a deep breath imagining his thick cock inside, and a tremor ran down her body. And immediately a feel of guilt engulfed her as she quickly opened her eyes. She saw Gautam carefully fingering her cunt to make her wet, he would never realise that all the wetness she had was because of imagining someone else. She felt a prang of guilt and immediately. Right up her arse. Right inside her most private spaces, while her husband was in another room – probably showering in the bathroom. I handed to camera to Kat to catch the view from her end, then she returned it to me as I slid in and out of her. She was lovely and tight. Her pussy had been a bit loose after the earlier treatment it had had, but this felt wonderful and it gripped my penis like a good 'un. Kat just looked me right in the eyes and didn't take her gaze off me as I shafted her.