Maya: Ramlal What are you doing? . Stop. Stop. Master-ji! Stop him Though Maya was enjoying every bit of his touching over her clothes, but now she... was suddenly afraid of getting molested by this ruffian. Before she could offer a substantial resistance, he took the advantage of being at her back and lifted her petticoat almost to her thighs and grabbed her thighs with his rough hands. His fingers were touching the naked skin of her midthigh almost and he buried his face on her round. The motion created more pressure in my cock as her hands made their way up my thighs, causing my erection to pound to the point of pain. Kit mentioned something about the tv show that was on, still trying to play off like she didn't know what she was doing. Kit switched up her technique. She was now running one hand up the top of each of my thighs, her palms flat on the top of my thighs, her thumbs pressed into my inner thighs. Kit would stop her repetition when her thumbs were nearly brushing. As we lock eyes she coyly smiles at me and raises an eyebrow to acknowledge me. Then she tilts her head to the left; as I turn and follow it I am now seeing double. Sliding into my side is the mirror copy of what I was looking at before and from a distance she looked great but up close she was delicious. I watched her cautiously as she collected her drinks and she smiled at me beckoning me to join her and her sister. As she took her drinks and left her thigh brushed my crotch and if I wasn't. “No, let’s watch for a bit,” I whispered, “it sounds like it’s getting interesting.” My wife gave me grin and whispered, “pervert.” But she didn’t resist as I guided forwards a little and gently eased her down onto the ground. As we lay there, we could see that things had indeed got interesting. One of the men had his cock in the woman’s mouth while the other was lying between her legs with his cock buried deep in her pussy. We could see she was sucking hard on the one guy’s knob while she.