This smells the same.”She laughed, “OK. By the way, Father Basil is still waiting for you to call so that you can have lunch.”“I’ll call him...right now,” I said. “I keep forgetting.”I went back to my office and looked up the number and dialed it.“Hi Father Basil,” I said. “This is Steve Adams. I’m sorry I haven’t called you sooner. Tasha Zhukov just reminded me. Again!”He laughed, “That’s OK. I realize church isn’t exactly at the top of your priority list. I would like to have lunch with you so. Saying so Shweta goes to her room and Priya also goes into her room. I rush to the tool shed where my bike too is parked. I put a lot of clothes and hay on it to cover it up. I return to the house and go to my room thinking about what all could happen.After a while, I hear a knock on my door. The door opens and in comes Shweta wearing my mother’s saree. It’s a traditional saree purple in color with a black blouse. My mom’s blouse was smaller than shweta\’s size so it was very skin tight and I. Back in the cart, we headed to the sea turtle nursery and aquarium. It was kind of cool, but didn’t take long. I went over and sat on the rail as the women shopped in the gift store and watched them as they walked over. Hannah was the youngest of the three, probably 25 or so, and was quite pretty. She had strawberry blonde curls, fair skin, with pretty blue eyes. Her figure was quite nice as well, with small breasts, a flat stomach, and a pretty, round butt. Her tank top and sweat shorts. Except that his penis was not actually in her, he was fucking her right in front of me. I slipped my hand down to Babitas pussy and a moan escaped her lips. Gently massaging her clit, I kissed her deeply with our tongues dancing. Do you want to cum? I asked her. She nodded, and moaned, Yess, pleaseeee! Moving my hand downwards into her bottom, I slipped my middle finger deep into her pussy, while spreading her pussy lips with my index and ring fingers and rubbing on her clit with my thumb.