The cock went deep inside my wet pussy, stretching my inner walls up to maximum extent. It went so deep that I could feel it touching my stomach, also...that artificial thing was designed for maximum pleasure, the curves of penis were shaped in right place. Hiral was doing her work efficiently. Her boobs were crushed with my back, priety came to me nude and sat on my face and held my head and pushed my face into her vagina. Suck it bitch. Hiral was pressing my boobs from behind. U are good yeah –. What are our everyday objects?”We started a tour through the house and snapped pictures on our cell phones of things we saw. A stack of books. My car keys. The makeup tables the girls had put in one bedroom. The bed with a pile of pillows. Our mis-matched dinnerware. A pile of laundry being sorted. The spice rack in the kitchen. A laptop. A camera.Something dawned on me and I turned and snapped a picture of Mary.“Hey, we aren’t supposed to do portraiture,” she laughed. I showed her the. .." "It's not fair!" I began to pout, knowing it'd make him feel bad. "Angie..?" I didn't say anything. "Angie?" Still nothing. "Oh come on..?" "Well what do you expect me to do? You have me addicted to your monster and my pussy is soaking...look!" Suddenly I'd gotten an idea. Quickly I moved to the end of the bed and sat facing him. Slowly I spread my legs so he could get a good look at my slippery twat. "Look Daddy. It's all your fault. You woke me up by playing with my clit and now you're. Nair. And suddenly Rahul’s mobile phone started ringing at top volume. Both were startled and jumped on to their feet. Rahul fumbled with his phone and tripped out of his hiding place, while Mrs. Nair jumped on her feet in complete shock.For a minute, no one moved, there was genuine shock in both the faces, while the mobile kept ringing relentlessly. Mrs. Nair moved first, she immediately grabbed the towel from the ground and tried covering herself. Rahul stood frozen with fear, while Mrs. Nair.