Of course, the couch. He sat down with a thud. He didn't want to blink lest he miss some inch of Kat's skin being uncovered. His hands were itching to...touch her and he felt himself growing ever harder against the constraint of his pants.Kat held her shirt to her chest with her upper arms contemplating what to do next. She swung her hips and tossed her hair over her shoulders and across her back. She'd always wondered what she'd do if she found herself in this position. She never thought it. The lady looked at us and smiled. We smiled back. She walked over to us and introduced herself as Mrs. Meena Patel and her husband as Mr. Dinesh Patel. We introduced ourselves and after a few minutes of talking to them and giving them directions to the local supermarket we bid them good bye. It was 2 days later when I saw Mrs. Patel , she waved at me and asked me if I knew of a good parlour around, I gave her directions to the one Asiya frequented, she seemed confused with the directions. He then ordered me to strip off…I unzipped my jeans, pushing them down to my thighs. My black thong was transparent. The silky material was clinging to my ass. Before I could put down my pants to my ankles, the black man grabbed my waist and made me spin around, to face the wall.I struggled with him; until I heard a sharp noise and felt my tiny thong disappeared from my body. He pushed me with a hand and I heard him was unzipping his own trousers. I felt my pussy lips starting to get wet; my. She started at the top and then kept sucking on it like a baby would a bottle nipple as she went down, until she had it all the way in her mouth. Her tongue caressed the underside of my cock and when she had the whole thing in her mouth I could feel her chin resting on my balls. My moaning was almost constant.Ginger then got up and started doing a little strip tease for me. She danced around in front of the couch while I slowly stroked my cock to the rhythm of her dancing. She turned away from.