The second pose had me sitting on Robert's lap while he was sitting on the couch. We were told to look as if he was comforting me. That pose could be ...he other way around and it would be closer to the truth. On the other hand, I really enjoyed being in Robert's arms and even though I was not specifically asked to I ended up resting my head on his strong shoulder.We looked into each other's eyes and I whispered to Robert that I liked this pose a lot better than any of the other three we had done. He rammed till he blew, almost sending her into the still creaking machine. He pulled out and as she turned, a grin across her face, he muttered. “I needed that”.“It’s a pity you can’t stay naked”, he said as she put on a robe. “I suppose you have to because of your daughter I don’t think she would appreciate knowing I just fucked her mother”. Gwen only smiled as they went inside. It was the usual procedure when dinner was finished, Belinda was again at her mother’s tit, however, this time. I was wanking myself and stealing little glances over at her. I came quickly, spurting my cum over my sheets with an audible grunt. "You OK Micky?" she called out - she had asked if it was OK to call me by my first name. I froze. "Um....yes. I just bumped my hand. I'm OK." How the hell did she that! I panicked as I saw her get up from her desk and walk over to my door. I quickly tucked my still hard cock under my gown and only had time to pull up the covers as she walked through the door. "Well. Suddenly door bell rang and iyer furiously open the door and its babita not walking properly enter the house , because vishal injects babita with some ketamine and because of 19 hours non stop fucking with 7 dicks……Iyer in his south indian tone — babita tum kaha thi, I am worried about you very much and tu mara phone bhi switch off jaa rha tha..Babita – – mai apney dost ke sath ghum rahi thi aur rastey se hatto , , mai bht thak gyi hu aur meri tango mey bht dard ho rha hai..Iyer – – tum meri.