Suddenly everyone knelt on the floor as a young man walked through the room and sat on the throne. Everyone except Tiggs that is."Come here," said the...young man, and Tiggs walked over to the throne."When I heard that there was a woman trying to pretend she was a man, I thought it must be the American journalist who had herself smuggled into the country under false papers," remarked the Emir, "That must have been difficult to achieve. What do you want?"Before she could answer he interrupted and. He then inserted his cock in her & started kissing my wife.He was kissing her as if it was his last time. He was kissing her gredily simultaneously pressing her boobs hard.My wifes mouth was covered with his tongue she could not even moan & literally was in state of shock because of heroic performance from his dick.After kissing her lips cheen cheecks forehead,it was time to honor her boobs.he moved his face towards them & buried it into the boob gap to enjoy the warmth of her breasts.He then. Finally, Vasu stopped and said, “Pour some oil on her arse.”The younger man retrieved the bottle on the table. Now it was only half full.“Pour all of it on her big arse,” Vasu told him. “Put some of it into her arse-hole. I want to see you fuck her arse-hole.”When he heard this, Raghu’s whole body trembled. He laughed. But my mother immediately sat up.“No…sar…please…adu venda…” she begged.“What is bothering you, woman?” asked Vasu. “He will fuck your arse-hole better than I did.”She did not say. But now her pallu was off and I got a nice view of her soft boobs stuffed inside her blouse. I slowly slid my hands down her shoulder to her waist.I started feeling her side boobs along the waist while rubbing her waist to comfort her. I felt that was the moment and held her face up with my hand on her chin. We looked deep into each other’s eyes. As she held her head up, I took her hand and guided it to feel my hard cock over my pants.She maintained that deep look into my eyes. I leaned to.