Kunjbehari had asked for it when he came home last time, 2 years back. “Kyon chotu, ab to khus ho?” Chandan chacha had asked affectionately while ...iving it to him. Kunjbehari was overjoyed with his gift. Not only because he hardly ever received any, but also because of its utility. Kunjbehari now carried his binocular with him all the time. He could now see the village beauties so much clearer while they took their bath. He felt a deep sense of gratitude towards Chandan chacha. He made a mental. The sand castle builders’ attentions were called back to the three young men they were serving. There were women everywhere waiting on me. Ellie cocked her grin and with her eyes said, “Pick one.” On a whim I pointed to a mid-twenties very fit girl in a more modest bikini. She took one sultry sip out of a coconut and handed her drink to a waitress. She grinned and sashayed towards us.“Hey Garth!” Ellie beamed to Dad.“Hey sweetie,” Dad approached wearing a very tight speedo. I blushed, clenched. Bhabhi bhi mera lund hath main leke sahela rahi thi. Thodi der bad woh uthi aur niche baith ke mere lund ko chatne lagi.Main bahut khush hua. Aah kya maza aa raha tha.Woh mast tarike se choos rahi thi. Aur kabhi kabhi pura lund muh main dal deti. Thodi der bad maine unko uthaya aur kiss karne laga.Uske bad hum bedroom main aa gaye. Maine bhabhi ko bed pe gira ke unki panty utar di. Aur unki tange khol ke unki choot chatne laga jo bilkul shaved thi. Aah kya mast thi maza aa gaya choosne ka. Woh. However, he continues the cycle of sexual pleasuring torture, by not letting me cum until I am pleading with him for release; at this point he secures my wrists in the handcuffs he always uses at work. I can’t see but I know what is happening and thrust my ass hard back against him gurgling rather than speaking as Tony is still fiercely fucking my throat. My tongue and mouth on his shaft is sucking and licking him up and down while I am squeezing and caressing his balls; I run my tongue under.