I have always loved the way you lick me and tonight is no exception. You respond to my every breath and movement, like you are perfectly in tune with ...y body and its needs. As I start to get close I push your head away, your signal that I am primed and ready to be fucked. You scoop me up in your arms once more, but this time you walk to the balcony of our suite. The cool breeze flows across my face and chills my dripping-wet pussy. You set me down on my feet and embrace me from behind, warming. This gave me a bundle of joy and we were looking at each other. I said I’ll come back in sometime and went to the super market to buy nuttela & ice creams.I reached home and priya was waiting for me at the home with only bra and a thong. I’ve never seen a women like that and this tempted me a lot and I kept the things at the sofa and kissed her for fifteen minutes. In the mean time while kissing her I removed her bra. I went and took a nuttela bottle and emptied 1 full jar to both her boobies.. After a glass of wine, we headed up to our room so that S could receive her massage.J started slowly undressing her and using his hands expertly to remove the clothes and massage S. he had her out of her top and skirt in minutes as she stood in front of me –I was getting harder and harder as I watched J's hands all over my wife! I took some photos as he undressed her, removing her bra and massaging her tits in front of me.J then asked S to lie on a large towel he had brought that he had laid on. “You regaled us with tales of how you had women massage your breasts every night, back home.” I was stunned. “That’s different!” I gasped. “Is it?” Said Saela. “Quick! Tell me how!” “Because…. Because… Because shut up. Your tits are tiny!” It was at this moment a long leg snaked through the door, and my eyes rose to take in the form of the Gladiatrix, Tali-Tani-Tia. “Her’s might be. But mine AREN’T.” She boldly declared in that funny northern accent of hers, crossing to me in two strides.