I walked round and round inside the bedroom and ensuite looking for anything that was out of the ordinary. I could see nothing. Retiring to the home o...fice, I sat at the desk and just stared at the walls. After a while I started up my computer and browsed some web sites looking for clues as to the behaviour of these ladies.Accessing Google Maps I finished up looking at the satellite photos of the street, my house and the other houses on the street."That's weird" I muttered when I zoomed in on. Her breasts were round, large firm like mangoes. My tent grew even bigger. I was wondering if she would remove the rest. I bet she would not. Men surrounding us were watching her intently. They were stroking their cocks.Dipti stood out with her Indian skin compared to the white skin that was seen in large numbers. And here I was the luckiest dude on the beach who dare not strip in front of her. My train of thoughts was broken as Dipti walked up to me and asked me to unhook her bra. I. Sexiness is not a quality you want readily to associate with your mother, who should really represent something far more wholesome and reassuring. The mind of a teenage boy growing up is full of enough confusion as he starts discovering women and sexual urges without them being tied to thoughts and feelings about his mother. The breasts that once fed you as a baby should never confront you in later life barely constrained by a low-cut neckline. Still, that was a problem that I had to face, I. This went on for the next ten minutes as I watched my wife moan, cum flowing from her stuffed pussy. Her pussy was sucking it in, inch by black inch. Incredible I thought. Anil kept feeding it to her slowly, until she begged, “Give me more. I want more… I want it all.”Then with a sudden lunge it found bottom and they froze, both bodies shaking in orgasmic bliss. With the cum running out of her pussy Anil began to fuck slowly. First pulling all but the head out, the length of the shaft.