He's not getting completely hard, but he's telling me he's enjoying himself. I move down to his low hanging balls and he really likes that. Then I mov... down to his ass and he lets out a big moan and spreads his leg wide. We both take a big hit of poppers and I begin to eat his ass like it was cotton candy. I love to eat a nice ass when I'm on poppers. He kept feeding me poppers, and I rimmed him for what seems like hours. He still wasn't getting fully hard, so I realized my chances of getting. Chitra said, "ha it’s nice to hear this that's how you have o enjoy life, m for us?" I looked Vanitha she smiled and didn’t say anything. I knew both are fancying me. Because these type of talks won’t go to their hubby’s knowledge. So I got chance. One day when I went to Ashok's house, there was some water on floor and I didn’t see that I slipped over, hearing the sound they both came running and tried to lift I don't know what happened I was faint Vanitha poured some water on my face I was. Sure it was fucked up from a psychological standpoint but from a physical aspect my little cunt was soaked.“Sara! Ohhhh shit Sara! You’re gonna make me cum! Do it little sister! Make me fucking cum!” he was pushing into my mouth while I was sucking and slurping on him. I felt wetness dripping onto my tits and at first I thought he came but realized it was the copious amount of pre-cum as well as my own saliva.“Do it! Cum for me! Cum all over my face! Cum all over you little sister’s face!” I. Is that okay?” I nervously replied. Is that okay? Why am I asking her if that is okay? Like as if I was on a real date or needing her permission? Have I been reduced to this schoolboy simply by the lust I am having for this woman? Is the act of coming all the way to Thailand, so that I can openly and consciously procure beautiful young girls for my own sexual gratification, playing tricks with my conscience? I am really feeling this guilty?! In spite of my struggle, I found my unencumbered.