His face was beginning to show the stress fractures of a disintegrating composure."Yeah, Luke, fetishes. I'd say that thirty fuck films, all with the ...ame theme, qualified as a fetish." I, I don't know anything about any fetish," he stammered, staggered by her shockingly casual use of the "f" word."Maybe you ought to get to know your friends better; you know, investigate, find out what they're into, before you go offering to hide their stuff for them."While she was answering him, she reached. I would send him pictures and about everyday we would video chat, so I got to watch him jack off. Then my husband was let on I was chatting with this guy, and he was married but his wife rarely wanted sex and she never gives him a blow job. So my husband asked me to talk him into coming here. Well my husband then became FB friends with him. So know at times when we video chat! He wanted to watch my husband and I have sex. So my husband and I finally talked him into coming here, were we got a. She had grown even more now, her breasts felt so big, and I couldn’t have enough of her ass.We moved in front of the mirror and stood there kissing. She said she we have go down fast so she can’t remove her saree, as it would take too long to wear it back. I was surprised my ears were still working. My eyes were facing difficulty, trying to capture this beauty. My hands were busy trying to scale her humps. My mind was no-where to be found. I kissed her neck, pressed her boobs over her saree.She. .. so... sooooooon." I was very close and the delicious friction was making me want to get off soon too, but I wanted something more. I wrapped my arms around her from behind and without separating us, I knelt to the floor. "Oh Jesus... Jamie... what... are... you... doing," she panted. "Get on you hands and knees my dear mother and spread your beautiful legs wide." I was still buried to the hilt in her tight love channel. I was now kneeling behind her with her legs on either side of mine,.