..) I wanted to make the wedding as less awkward as possible, so I wanted to deliver my note to her personally before she got married. I knocked at he... door, uneasily. She opened it, partially. She was in her bra and panties."Chad?" What's up, Amber?" Ha. Had no idea you were coming." I had to see your face. Even if it was one last time," I said."I'm not dying. I'm getting married... ohhhh," she said in realization. I smiled. "That thing got you hooked, huh?"I sheepishly shrugged."I got. . what sort of things you tell!" a mock scolding from Sonam."Bahurani ..." Matasari was almost begging for an invitation to the visual delights of rare erotic copulation between an elderly 'mard' and a sexy, young bahu. Possibly, she could also be wanting to have a view of the naked organ that she could only imagine after that dhoti covered view earlier. Begging, cajoling, pulling the young bahu's arm Matasari tried everything but Sonam remained unmoved. She was too shy and felt too ashamed to. She came a few times while watching, and listening to the hard fucking. Her mother reached a hand out to Tracy. She grabbed her mother's hand, giving her something to squeeze while her husband made her cum again, and again, and again.Tonya pulled Tracy close and pulled her down to kiss her. Tracy was no longer just an observer, she was a participant."Are you ready baby? Are you ready baby?" Tonya was gasping. Tracy thought she was asking her dad if he was ready to cum. "He's ready for you. My eyes closed as I imagined it was you I was making love to. Seeing my pleasure rising, you cleared your throat. The noise startled me, and I stopped. You said, ‘Please don’t stop on my account Dear. I love watching you please yourself.’ I smiled back wickedly, and started my ride again, with you there watching me. The passion was overwhelming, knowing you were pleased, and content to watch me. As I brought complete bliss to myself, I noticed you were now naked, and stroking yourself as you.