K and Mrs. B. Ellen Cook was Mrs. C. Marion Bell was Mrs. B. and Connie Kohn was Mrs. K. Ellen watched as the muscular teenager moved the top soil for...her. His muscles rippled under his tight tee shirt and Ellen felt a tingle run through her body. She secretly wished that she could have a young stud like that around to service her. Then she scolded herself for thinking such things and after all it was her best friend Marion’s son. Danny finished moving the top soil and he looked at Ellen. She had one hand on my dick and the other trying to steady her as we both wanked my cock together to the rhythm of her pulsating thrusts from behind. I looked in awe as she reached back and tried to finger her button as she was repeatedly shafted by his thick dick. He changed position and keeping one hand on her hip bent forward to cup her breast with the other hand. She began to moan as the pounding took effect. I watched his hand grasping her full tit, sloppy from the room and our spunk. Ek din mere paas bhabhi ayi aur khane lagi ki yha par khoch toh nhi hota toh kya tum sonu ko swimming sikha do ge toh maine kha kyu nhi bhabhi jaroor sikha du aur main sonu ko har roj jab main jaata swimming krne toh usse bhi apne sath le jata aur 1 din bhabhi khud hi sonu ko swimming krwane aa gyi aur khane lagi ki aj toh sonu ke sath uski mummy bhi kregi swimming toh bhabhi khane lag gyi ki tum mujhe swimming krwaoge nah toh maine kha kyu nhi bhabhi toh bhabhi ne kha ki mai aati huuh toh. She lay on her back and said "Come and bra fuck me!" I had never been asked to do that before. I was straddling her chest in no time. She had a tube of sun cream. It looked like cum when she squirted it into her cleavage. Then she lifted up the middle of her bra, and slid my cock under. I watched how it looked, sliding in the lubed up cleavage between her slightly less than medium - sized - tits. The bra material was rough, and I ended up with the top of my cock rubbed a bit raw, but I thought.