When they had first met, they had enjoyed several evenings together, walked along the Seine and generally did all the things that lovers did in Paris,...except make love. They had been climbing, cycling, riding, seen plays and tried a number of both good and bad restaurants as their mutual schedules allowed but there was no real chemistry between them. Good friends were all they would ever be and both of them were quite comfortable with that arrangement. Michelle was tall, standing almost six. ” I stretched my tongue out into her sweetness and sucked it for all I was worth. She pumped little strokes onto my tongue, pressing her ass into my face with each move. When she was ready she began sliding across my nose and mouth, using my tongue for her pleasure as I lay there, submissive and ready to lose control. Grinding across my face, she finally verbally admitted what her secretions had already told me. Her juices seeped from her into my mouth, down my cheeks and chin. “Oh, Fuck! I’m. ”“Shut the fuck up!” Deepak cut Tariq from trying to speak and pushed him hard. Falling on the bed, Tariq moved towards Hema in a quick reflex.“Leave my mother alone, bhenchod!” screamed Deepak as he got hold of Tariq’s legs and started pulling him.“Deepu! Please calm down…” screamed Hema, grabbing Tariq from being pulled.“How could you do this to dad and me, mom?” Deepak shouted at Hema and sprung at Tariq with his fist closed tight.Hema lunged at Tariq before Deepak landed on him. With her. The door to the kitchen opened and in walked Emma. She was wearing a white housecoat which was untied and as I looked her up and down I could see her flesh through the gap. ‘Thanks for last night’ she said ‘you’re a wonderful fuck’. ‘So are you ‘I replied. And with that she started to move towards me, as she did so she let her housecoat fall to the floor and she stood before me naked. She had a fantastic body with smallish perfectly round breasts but her nipples were large and now stood out.