The panties were slipped down and off to one side. The massage resumed in a circular fashion. The gooeyness dripped down my crevice, into my ass, wher... he abruptly inserted his thumb. I jolted. “Stay still and hush,” he instructed, staring at me now, not leaving my eyes. “Look at me. I want your eyes on me while I make you cum.” I did as he asked, quivering slightly at first, planting my palms against the edge of the table to keep my composure. I moaned a little, then bit my lip to keep it in.. Tom muses about how many of the girls will not be wearing panties under the skirts and he feels his cock twitching at the thought.Before long the main party of around 15 girls are rounded up and led off by a tall Amazon like figure from the hotel staff to begin their adventure. Once they are gone Tom first sees a familiar face. It is Maggie’s daughter, Fran. She can only be 18 but she looks stunning. Her tight t-shirt does nothing to disguise her large pert tits and the fact that she is not. I wouldn't know about that but one thing was for sure was that Bob was one hell of a hot guy. His Latin looks and olive skin with his dark thick mane was the stuff of romantic novels and from the tightness of his shirt I could make out his defined Pecs and well developed biceps. I went over to the wine rack selected a bottle and offered it to the table to open. Bob grabbed the bottle gently, arose from the table to reveal the rest of his magnificent physique and placed the corkscrew into the. So Mark was driving, and Dean was sitting in the front seat. I was sitting behind.We finally reach my apartment to pick Pooja. All of us got stunned seeing Pooja. She was wearing a black saree. It was transparent her navel and cleavage were visible. She came and sat with me behind. I was so horny seeing her in that saree. I went and smooched her. I literally licked her face off.Finally, by exact 10, we reached the farmhouse. Venkat, our watchman, opened the gate. He was holding his cock, seeing.