My pussy suddenly was on fire.“I need to make sure you're fully pure,” moaned Willoweyes. “That man touched you.”“Yes,” I groaned, rubbing...my wet pussy on her back. I did love this feeling. My clit throbbed. My fear and excitement seemed to have transformed into lust inside me. “How?”“I have to bathe you with my tongue and then fuck you with my horn.”I groaned. It sounded wonderful. “Then we need to do it right now. I need to be pure for you always.”“Yes,” Willoweyes neighed. “You must always. “Nothing is going on,” Faith explained, sitting down across from her husband. “He’s a nude model. I was painting him. That’s all.”“Oh, come on,” Larry protested, “you expect me to believe that? He had a giant boner and was stroking it! You weren’t painting when I came in, either! You were standing there in front of him, practically naked!”“Are you kidding me?” Faith argued, “I had on the same thing I have on now with my painter’s smock over it! I wasn’t naked at all!”“You’re telling me you. I nodded."Andy, this is my mom, Janet." I looked at the woman. She was quite beautiful brunette with bangs falling on her face. She had strong wrinkles around her big hazel eyes and pouty lips but she tried to mask them with heavy makeup. She had a small cute nose and despite the makeup I could see her face sagging just like her her large, melon sized tits that filled her tight red blouse and fell all the way to her navel. She was a bit heavy, around 175 lbs on a 5' 4" frame and her hips flared. We left Mumbai at 8 am in morning. It was a Fortuner of Manisha and she was riding it. Hetal was beside her and Hema and I were behind and Jyothi was on the last seat. She was relaxing. All of us were wearing white T Shirts and jeans shorts. I thought Jyothi was relaxing but after a while when I was taking a nap I heard some vibrating noise. I got disturbed and was wandering what was going on.I turned to back seat and I was shocked to see this – Jyothi had pulled down her pants and had.