I quietly unzip your pants and lightly caress your cock. That's all the encouragement you need. You slide your hand up and feel the center of my thigh... and get confirmation. There is no fabric between you and the wet hot soft silky folds of my pussy. You massage me the whole length. From clit to asshole and I groan. Slowly. Gently. Your palm rests on my mound and your middle finger slides in effortlessly. I Hold onto your arm and start to grind against your hand. You slip another finger in and. “Hi, Jeff!”“Hi dad! How’s your trip?” Jeff’s cock tip nuzzled in his mom’s damp neither lips.“Fine, I have to stay a couple of extra days to finish up some details the company wants me to personally handle and then I’ll be back. Meanwhile you take real good care of your mother. How’s high school?”“Yes, I’m taking good care of mother.” Jeff replied as the plum colored head of his fat dick slid into the anxious, eager, open, willing, waiting, wanton weeping, womb of his mother. Both parent. ’ I thought, it would be a nice day tomorrow, I will live to see it. “I will live to see it” became my silent mantra as I retreated into myself. My body was their toy, my soul remained my own. I felt the bed slump with the weight of the men, though remained limp, safely away. Hands moved up my arms slowly. I felt a moist hand trailing up my left leg while the large dry and calloused hand of Master scrapped up my right leg to the knee and down again to my foot. They were playing me as if they. I started to appreciate, alluring Amala about her assets. Then just moved to talk dirty in a hushed voice with the inspiration of Kamat.I could see Kamat stroking his private over the jeans as I continued to compliment praise Amala boobs, hips, ass. I could see Amala blushing with a hint of thirst poking out of her eyes, a craving smile in the corner of her mouth.On hearing footsteps Kamat silenced me. The waiter arrived to take the order, we ordered three beers and snacks to eat. As the waiter.