I was eighteen when my mother met Patrick, and nineteen when she married him. I was sexually inexperienced at the time, but I always found myself stra...gely drawn to my stepfather. I never knew my real father so I took to Patrick as though he was my own.He was nothing special to look at. In fact, he was quite ghastly. He was short and dumpy, with a bushy grey beard, pockmarked nose and a potbelly. But he treated me so well, and he loved to cuddle me and play-wrestle in bed. He would grope my. I told them that meeting them at night is not possible and I cannot travel to Chennai as I am staying with my wife here. They understood my situation and came up with a plan that they will travel to Bangalore and stay in bank’s guest-house. I really liked the idea as meeting in guest-house looked perfect to me.We planned to meet on Saturday and they reached the guest-house around 6:30 in the morning and messaged me. I started from my home bit early saying that I have friend’s house warming. Nair bent forward in a 69 position and then using her hand and mouth, she stroked and sucked his cock.“Awwwwwwwwwwwww… ohhhhhhhhh… ahhhhhhhhhhh… nnnnggggggggggg… mmmmmmmm… ohhhhhhhhhhh…” both of them moaned, there tongue and mouths were busy, yet they moaned and grunted in the pleasure and excitement they were getting.Mrs. Nair was already on the edge and she pushed herself hard on his face. She wanted to feel his tongue deep inside her, wanted him to suck her all the way inside her cunt. And. Just as I’d composed myself, I suddenly felt six hands on me, two on my breasts, two on my right thigh and two on my left flank, without a word they all started moving together."Oh wow, that feels so weird, what is it?" I giggled. Hands rubbed all over me and my skin felt damp, were they rubbing something on me?"I bought edible massage oil for you," said Sophie. "How does it feel?" Incredible," I cooed. My whole front half was covered quickly, unsurprisingly considering how many hands were on.