He must be inches away from my bottom hole!Only half conscious of what he was doing, I felt the hand slip down between the sweaty clenching cheeks of ...y ass until I felt a finger touch that which had never been touched in passion before. He seemed to tease it for a bare moment, which I may add, greatly heightened my excitement, before it slipped lower.My flowing sexual grease allowed his small hand to gain passage between my clenching soft thighs and my working buttocks. It slipped, as if. REALLY wanted to do.So I swung my right leg over him, straddled his cyclists firm belly and, keeping my mouth tightly shut, lips firmly pursed to prevent leakages, brought my head down to him. I made an questioning grunt, "Ehmh?" eyebrows raised in enquiry.We hadn't discussed this beforehand and I didn't know if he was into this, but if not then it wasn't as if it would be a hardship to swallow his sweet creme.He was into it.He nodded and opened his mouth, younger protruding over his lower. I felt her start to knead my stomach and pull my buttocks apart. Her finger entered my anus and she spiralled it in and out. I could feel a bowel movement coming on. I clenched my anus on her finger and said “no it’ll be too messy”. “Come on she said give me your present I want you to share every bit of yourself with me. I’ll keep you clean and it’ll go into the diaper”. I said no again I really felt embarrassed at pooing myself in front of her. It was humiliating and sharing this most. Pawan too responded. He checked if anyone was near before placing a hand on Komal's hip and tugging her softly into him. Her breasts just squished into his chest for a second before Pawan released her. But the touch of the nipples pricked a nerve."I can't take my mind off what happened yesterday, Pawan. Believe me!" Komal's voce was shaking, as she looked at the tailor."Neither can I, Madam. I only thought of you ..and you ... and you," he said and his voice was deep and emotional. "I want to.