Neither I nor Stan could keep our eyes from the blinding shine of our respective wives' sexy, sheer pantyhose and they both knew it. I saw them glance...at each other with a sly, coy smile as they each crossed their shining legs giving us both a clear shot of their sexy nylon covered pussies. Even the sound of their nylon encased legs as they move across each other hissing with sex, was undeniable.Stan and I talked a little about our respective legal careers. He was still practicing. I retired. I felt relaxed when I masturbated for second the consecutively. When I came out I saw she was cleaning the floor with her saree up to her thigh , her dusky color was adding more to her beauty so I continuously kept staring at her she caught me looking at her but ignored so I thought this was a green signal but was afraid to make any move so I went to my room and was busy with my studies . After some time she knocked my door so I went out she told me she have done everything and now she will be. He slides his hand off of my breast, back down slipping it between my thighs which are now tightly closed. He tries to slide it further up between my legs under my miniskirt. I tense up and let out a timid, quiet, but high pitched, “no”...”no”. Pushing a little against his big chest.He stops and firmly pulls me against him with the hand that’s around my waist. A little suddenly and aggressively, as if to demonstrate his strength. The suddenness startles me a little. He moves his mouth. She grabbed hold of my cock and jerked it up and down, slowly then picking up speed. I was already struggling not to cum, and she squeezed my cock tightly.“I don’t want to tell you again not to cum.” She warned.With her left hand, she moved her fingers across my nipples, and I shuddered at her touch, then she twisted them between her finger and her thumb.“Pleasure and pain are very similar, aren’t they?” She asked.I didn’t answer and was concentrating not to cum.She then cradled my balls and.