Watching her turned me on.Here I need to tell you that my ex-wife Joe is not Indian. I mean, except for her appearance, nothing would indicate that sh... comes from India. She is a brat, a potty-mouth Brit, and a woman who dresses like an American slut. The only times she wore a sexy sari was whenever we had role-play sex.Joe would pretend to be a hot Indian bhabhi. I would be the plumber/electrician/pizza delivery boy who would satisfy her. So whenever I saw Joe wearing a sari, I would get an. "Bypass the line if you're quick on the draw, try your wit at this entrance down here." For a moment I stood as I hemmed and I hawed, and then felt my resolve become clear."Is patience a virtue worth standing outside, while the clever can enter at will?" Seconds were all that it took to decide that my chances were better than nil.As it started to drizzle, I made up my mind, and looked back at the glamorous mob. They can get wet standing out here in the line... To hell with the self-righteous. "Mmm that's not fair" she said softly, "You know how much I love this"He licked from her clitoris down to her anus and back up again to flick his tongue rapidly over her swollen little bud,"You've got the nicest little pussy I've ever tasted" he said, "I'm going to eat it every single day of our holiday" I'm never letting you get out of bed at all" his sister giggled and worked her hips like a belly dancer, she loved being eaten by her brother, she eased her breasts out from her skimpy bra and. “Colby, you go in the bathroom and undress. Do not come out until I come to get you.”The three of us went in. Greg did as he was told, still having said nothing, as instructed. I stood in front of him and slowly stripped, telling him “Take a good look at me. Something you have not done in a long time. This is what Colby is going to fuck til I cannot take any more. Think hard as you watch us and continue to say nothing.”I went to the bathroom and retrieved Colby who was anxiously waiting, his.