Raj pulled Swati’s back on his chest and began to lift her saree-peticoat to finger her in her dripping pussy above her thong panties. When Raj pull...d the pallu down I was surprised to see Mom wasn’t wearing her blouse. I was shocked that the person from Dad’s office must have enjoyed the view of Mom’s breast thru her net saree & cut bra.Raj started massaging her boobs thru her bra by 1 hand and the other was middle finger of the right hand was fucking her thru the panties. Swati said to him to. A delicious glow flooded her loins and she found herself gasping and moaning into the orifice that was still clamped to her own mouth. She seemed to lift off the floor, her whole being rapt in a kind of ecstasy. A brief glimpse of Bernini’s The Ecstasy of St Teresa statue in Rome burst into her mind….she started shuddering, her breasts scr****g up and down the wall and her outstretched legs quivering. She came more violently, more painfully and yet oh so exquisitely that she understood the. (I didn’t have any intention to fuck her that time.)That night came, I went to Anjali’s house at 9:30 pm. She opened the door. Damn, she was wearing just a nighty, and the shape of her boobs could be clearly seen. We greeted each other and then she gave me a cup of milk.Then she showed me the room where I have to sleep. She was busy with her kids till 10:30 pm and she put them to sleep. I was sitting in the hall, watching TV. She came and inquired about my studies and everything. It was 11:00. They then each clasped the front of the towel and removed it with a flourish letting it drop to the floor. I stood stark naked before them my package fully exposed for both to examine, which they did. This is when they decided it was time for introductions. “What your name?” I told them then was told that my attendant was called Fen and the visitor Mara. Standing naked in their presence I did not feel embarrassed if anything a little proud showing off my white body to these two young ladies. I.