I chose a tight black skirt up to my knees, very conservative. Also a shiny red blouse which let my round tits nice in sight on the cleavage. High hee...s and no panties…The doorbell rang and there stood my lovely girlfriend Helena. She was dressed like a real street hooker; a very short red dress that barely covered her ass cheeks, high stiletto heels and I was sure she was not wearing panties like me…She kissed my lips with her nice red lipstick and put her hand under my skirt… she smiled when. ”She nodded and smiled. She started to reach down and unzip her jeans but I stopped her. “No. Let me do that,” I insisted. “Stand up and let me undress you.”Giving me a sensuous kiss before she moved, Kristen slowly eased herself off the bed and waited for me to follow her. I stood in front of her for a few moments before I placed my arms around her waist and pulled her close. I’m sure by now she could feel the bulge in my jeans and I let my hands wander over her bottom before retracting them. You stare at me as you drop down and swallow up the makeshift (no pun intended) dildo all the way, completely filling yourself in one stroke.You scream out in ecstasy, so loud in fact I'm worried someone will call the police. I slap you across the face, with my open hand to get your attention. I then grab your still soaking wet, tiny-excuse-for-a-set-of-panties, and shove them into your mouth. The tiny fabric acts as a gag to keep you a little quieter. After what seems like only a few minutes. Look how she has lifted her ass. Kiss it. Iwant to see you kiss it. Let me see you kiss thisass” I looked at the ripe melons of my wife and then at the beautiful bunsof my sister. Sarita was busy munching my wife’s cunt as I bent to kiss herass, it was my worship of my sister’s ass. It was taut, round and sexy. Myheart and my cock gave a jolt when I kissed her asscheeks. I could see thebrown puckered ring of my sister’s ass as she made it rise and fall in a rhythm.Ankita was caressing her.