Below her corset, she wore what appeared to be some sort of stiff gauze skirt, and black stockings completed her ensemble. She smiled at me and winked... and I nodded back. Next to her was a spectacular platinum blonde, wearing a fishnet tube-dress and, apparently, nothing else, and she was accompanied by an equally gorgeous hunk of manhood, with bulging biceps threatening to burst from his tee-shirt and pale blue eyes which were just unreal. My eyes lingered upon this fantastic couple, so that I. His mother’s thighs felt like pillars of flesh carved out of banana tree trunks. The flesh quivered and carried immense warmth that got hotter with each stroke of his. The hem of the towel was quite high on Manya’s thighs, about three inches from her naked pussy. Deen couldn’t see her pussy lips but his fingers crossed the hem of the towel many times during his vigorous massaging of those sexy thighs. Manya was moaning silently to herself in gradual arousal. She had to take care not to show it,. I groaned loudly while the moistness between my legs increased rapidly. She wrapped her mouth around my left breast and sucked gently for some minutes while flicking her tongue around my nipple and then she stopped. “I want you to start counting what I’m doing to you”, she said without even the faintest hint of a smile. I closed my eyes and started counting as her finger moved in and out, ‘One, two, three, ah, mmm…” I could not continue as I started gasping. “Mmm, and ah are not numbers, start. I looked at the ceilingnot looking at him. I could feel his leg pressed to mine, right at thepoint where the suspenders attached to the stockings, he couldn't helpbut notice the suspender snap.I tried to shift away but it didn't make any difference a part from topush the offending article into his leg into a different position andto feel my trousers slid over the gossamer material of the stockings.I knew he was looking at me, out of the corner of my eye I could seehim looking at me.