Main apne dadaji k saath akeli thi. Mujhe laga ye sahi mauka hai ye jaanne ka ki dadaji k mann mein kya hai. Main apne room mein gayi aur ek short nig...tie pehen li aur apni bra aur kachchi utar di. Main aise hi bahar drawing room mein chali gayi. Dadaji mujhe dekhte hi pagal kutte ki tarah ho gaye. Main unke paas jakar poocha- ‘kya main yahan baith jaun dadaji’. Unhone kaha haan beti aao tum meri god mein baitho. Main unki god mein jaise hi baithi mujhe unka khada hua loda mehsus hogaya. Maine. I was so pissed off. In the cab on the way to the house I called Tess and vented my frustration. To my surprise and delight, after a couple of hours alone with all my stuff unpacked, Tess came through the front door. With her friend in need, she had come to the rescue. The drinks and laughter returned and soon we were kissing again. This time I didn’t pull away. Instead, I put my wine glass on the coffee table and put my arms around my girlfriend. We kissed harder. Soon we were just in our. Then more hands – and legs! Two sets of knees press down onto her legs while another pair of hands – she thinks – pull up her heaving belly to push a pillow in under it while she is held hard against the leg and then pinned, literally. Someone spits hard into her winking hole and a large cock head is thrust inside her roughly, forcing itself past her tight ring and lodging inside her clenching innards and starting to move. Now her rider, fully inside her and all his considerable weight pinning. The sleeper part was oversized and very comfy. I said, as though about to leave, "We would like to show our appreciation for the tour." I was behind Dee, reached around and opened her shirt revealing pretty, mid-sized breasts.Ken, the driver (our name for him), looked and smiled. I told him it was ok to touch. He said, "Well, how does the lady feel about that?" She answered by taking his hands and placing them on her tits.As he was looking and touching and admiring, I reached down and pulled.