It was trying to go below the saree and find out my panties. When I was in no position to resist--the hand was becoming more and more bold and slowly ...ound it enter my panty and started to fondle the pussy. I was getting excited and becoming more and more wet. While my both boobs were getting fondled and one hand fondling my pussy, another hand started entering my saree and going in my panty where another hand was still busy touching my pussy..Now both the hands of two different boys were. At some of her memories she felt her pussy begin to dampen, and that reminded her to oil herself in both entrances before dinner, just in case.As they went into the main stateroom of the Emir's suite, Henry was surprised at the mise-à-table which had full eating places only for three people, although there were chairs for seven. Each place was marked with a place card and the mystery was soon cleared up; only the men would be eating. The Emir would be flanked by Tamsin and Janice, while Henry. I tentatively pulled her just a little closer."When you're dancing with her do you talk to her?" she asked, making no attempt to move away from me."Not much," I admitted, "we just sorta dance. The music's loud. We don't usually dance close like this." My cock was hard. Throbbing as it reached outward toward mom. I pulled back as though scalded when it brushed her thigh."You don't tell her she's beautiful ... that she smells nice ... or that you love the feel of her hair ... or?" she asked, her. She wiggled her hips then leaned forward causing him to pull out a little. He took that as a sign to start fucking. He stated fucking her hard and fast, her gasping kept time with his strokes in. They fucked for a good ten minutes without stopping then I saw his ass cheeks tighten and I knew he was pumping his balls into my wife's pussy. She stood up right with him still buried deeply into her. She leaned back and kissed him then on very shaky legs she pulled away from him. His cock literally.