It was making me mad. I was dying to fuck her but i waited until she shouted at me to fuck her. I slid my hand inside her petticoat and found her pant... strip. Her panty was already wet. My hand slipped inside and was on her soft wet pussy lips. I started rubbing her wet pussy with my finger. She was moaning and was desperately kissing my neck and face. I fingered her for some time then i stood up and opened her saree and petticoat. She was standing in her blouse and black panty. She was looking. Brown eyes, black hair and long legs complete her resume. I am not too bad myself. 5.10, muscular build, handsome face and with brown eyes and black hair. 175 pounds. Everyone eventually left and I was sitting in the kitchen and gathering my stuff together so I can be on my way. Pam was in one of the bedrooms and she called out, “Hey Ty, can you come help me out here for a sec?” “Ya,” I reply, “coming sis..” I get into the bedroom and she’s standing there beside the bed, with a dark green. Bonnie was perched over the man, kneeling around his crotch, his shaft pushing up into her. She scratched her fingers through the curls and into the tight flesh of his chest, managing a firm position over him. His thick, long cock was snug fit deep within her tenderness. “Drive, Bonnie,” Donovan whispered. The gaze of her soft blue eyes tethered to his, Bonnie slowly swayed and twisted her hips. She felt his shaft stir within her as she moved, her undulating rhythm driving delicious twinges. She did not even try to keep me from hearing. She had called a gay man who she has been friends with for years. I could hear her asking him to get together as many of his friends as he could and be at the house in twenty minutes. I started to protest, but she slapped my face again, grabbed my hair and pulled me to the floor. Growling, she told me not to move, to stay on my knees on the floor. Soon, the doorbell rang and I begged her not to open it. “Shut up bitch” she said as she strode away..