Mr’s Mehta began rubbing my dick and my mom removed Mrs Mehta jeans and I saw her pussy and it was wet and shaved and nothing excites me more than a...wet pussy. I quickly came down on my knees put my lips on her pussy lips.She was oozing cum and I loved the taste of it and my mom as usual horny stated smooching Mrs Mehta and my sis was fingering while sitting on sofa. Mrs Mehta was moaning out of pleasure and started rubbing my mom’s pussy. Mrs Mehta was now aroused like hell and was screaming. So different she felt from Jocelyn. That someone so slender could have an ass so round, so yielding. We kissed, pressed ourselves against one another. Her hand came round to my front. I was dizzy with the feeling. She was stroking my secret lips, haltingly as though waiting for permission to enter between them. I took her hand in mine, and slowly guided her, like I was giving her a tour of my treasury. I showed her to my inner labia, into the corridor of my vagina, and took her to the most. Though she did enjoy the later but couldn’t so at the first case. Yet she had no other choice but to do as told. And so at present she was keeping busy in either pleasing her blackmailers or salvage pleasure from her alternate modelling career.It was more than a mere coincidence that the blackmailer had ordered Sowmya to please Borah, especially since Borah had been waiting for long to get even with her. It all began from the first day itself when Sowmya mistook him for Reddy, and that had left. He got off the step ladder without any second thoughts, went around to the office door, walked till he was standing right in front of me, I sat back at the chair, unzipped his overalls all the way down, pushed his boxers down till his cock sprung out to my face, which was much bigger than I had expected or speculated, a real monstrous black cock sprung out, I held it in hand, looked him in the eyes with a smile and started massaging it.I wrapped my lips around it and started sucking on it, it.