"Ijust couldn't help myself," she replied with a little smile of her own."I know, but you must try to restrain yourself around all these prettygirls,"...Deanna informed her as their colored lips met for a lovingkiss.Their slow embrace caused their tits to brush against each other and Iwatched Deanna's nipples harden in her shirt as she obviously wasn'twearing a bra. Deanna spared me a brilliant smile as she saw mewatching them. I knew right then she liked the fact that I waswatching. I thought. Not because I hadn't considered sucking on a dick before. I had told her of the times that I had tried and enjoyed it. I hadn't expected to hear the suggestion from her. I paused, my cock deep in my wife's cunt, and looked up at the guy. He shrugged. I looked at her again. She bit her lip and pulled my hips to get mee deeper. I decided she didn't care, she just wanted me to keep fucking.So I let the guy slip the head of his cock into my mouth, then began to slide out and back into my wife. She was quite tall and was slim, with lustrous long black hair, light brown skin, a clear almost glowing complexion, and the most beautiful big brown eyes I have ever seen in my life. Although she was born in England, she told me that she was a ‘Kashmiri girl,’ that her family came from the Northern border area between Pakistan and India. I was always keen to undertake any qualification or training in those days; believing that it would all enhance my future promotion chances. The very first. Just barely letting my tongue slip in and taste her, then draw back out. Her clit was straining to be licked and sucked and I gingerly would flick it with my tongue. Just enough to let her know I was there.Roxanne and Josephine had made their way into the living room now and were 69ing on the couch. I must say it was quite an erotic site. Both of the heads buried in the other's pussies with moans of pleasure coming out of both of them. Roxanne couldn't stop cumming and Josephine wasn't about to.