He didn’t seem to catch my innuendo. He stepped from his cart and repeated, “You’re going to get wet if you stay here.” I backed my cart up an... stopped. “How about here?” I inquired. He shook his head back and forth. I crooked a lone finger and motioned for him to step over to where I was seated on the cart. He looked around and then stepped over to the cart where I sat, my legs spread. I put a lone finger over my pursed lips and shushed him. As I did, I pulled my skirt higher and rubbed my. But I wanted to see how far we could go. Chelsea said "how about we put on our underwear and take pics in those... just to start off". Michael was quick to add "what ever you guys want, I'm just happy to spend time with three hot ladies". Samantha was so drunk she looked to be sleepy and slurred "you guys expect me to pose in my panties in front of a stranger?". I giggled and said "It's just like a bikini, which you didn't bring... besides, it's not a stranger, it's our photographer friend. I was squeezing her nipples by surrounding it with my palm pouring lots of oil. Then using the massager electric tool massaged her nipples till she was horny.On the other side, I saw Suresh was jacking off his tool by watching his wife getting horny. I saw his dick was pretty small. Then I realized why the wife was never satisfied. Soon she started touching my dick with her hand and by this time Suresh joined her too. And then he took my dick inside his mouth.For once I was like I should shoot. She moaned and cried in pain but I kept drilling my mom’s pussy in missionary style.We both were sweating and she was smelling sexier. I started talking to her like a customer and she also reciprocated by acting like a prostitute.Me: Bahut chudakkad aurat hai re tu to (You are a sex-loving woman).Mom: Hmm. Tere lund ne deewana bana diya hai mujhe (Your cock has made me crazy).Me: Tera pati nahi chodta kya tujhe? (Doesn’t your husband fuck you?)Mom: Uss napunsak ka lund bhi khada nahi hota..