When we entered our booked room and my wife went straight to the bed.She stripped the street clothes and put them onto the floor, she started to kneel...on top of the bed.She was proud to show off her new lingerie that she just bought for the meeting.A moment later our guest knocked against the door and my wife put her apple-shaped butt point-blank up in the air in the direction of the door. I opened the door and let our new friend step inside, then I closed the door behind him.Immediately he. Because of the space limit my ass touched her crouch area over her night dress. I fixed the tap and I was about to get out of the place the air caught the open door hitting to wall. I got scared of sudden action and stood up and moved back. Kruthika was on my back and she pushed to back wall of the toilet. Her nice boobs were touching my back. I relaxed and moved a little and turned to her and said sorry. She looked at me and said “ok”. When I was about to get out She called my name, I turned. The past two weeks in Libya have made her feel like she was living within the former USSR. TV stations are tightly run by the government with all the programming and shows came from neighboring Egypt. Unlike Europe, Libya did not have porn shops, night clubs, or discos. Western foreigners had to go to special shops and markets to purchase what they wanted. She only intended to spend a few more months before headed back to France as her contract only specified a couple of months. It was even. “You like sniffing girls panties do you! Well sniff these.” She said. With that she climbed over him and sat on his face. He let out a stifled groan as I drooled a load of spit onto his cock and then began to wank him off. Megan wiggled and wriggled on him. She slid herself backwards and forwards so he would have her bum on his face one minute and then, her no doubt damp gusset the next. His cock was throbbing in my hand as I stroked him. I got Megan to dribble as much spit as she could onto my.