Once they are dressed and lubricated we have them kneel on a cushion and bend over and rest their chest and stomach on a low cushioned top table and s...rap their hands and feet to extensions on the floor so they can't decide they want to stop being fucked and jump up and leave. After they have been thoroughly broken in, usually over multiple sessions, most find they enjoy being fucked but if they don't actually enjoy being fucked yet but agree not to resist (in this case we put a restraining. I look away and realise my error.She has one final look in the full-length mirror, a smile on her face shows she is happy and she leaves the room ready to visit her stud lover. I follow her downstairs and as she goes to leave, she picks up her car keys and quickly faces me. I go to kiss her on the lips, but she moves away and just offers her cheek to kiss. Another sign that her mind is firmly fixed on what she is about to get. Very few words have been spoken from the time she went upstairs to. I kissed her forehead, then her nose, her eyes, her cheeks, her ears and even just below her lip (i.e; her jaw). Mom got aroused, “You teasing fucker, just kiss me on my lips already!”.She then pulled me and kissed me on my lips. We started sucking each other’s lips like hungry dogs quenching their sexual lust. That was our first kiss.My hands started roaming around her body while kissing. I caressed her boobs and her hips. Then I pushed her against the wall and slipped my hands into her saree. The stigma of machismo that truckers are immune to such activity is a fallacy.Branden had issues with getting naked in front of so many people, Doogan stood in the buff uncaring, staring at the assortment of men that God didn't create equally. At the last second, Brandon pulled off his shorts and scooted into the shower, with me dragging a reluctant Doogan behind me. It was certainly cramped, but we made do washing each other, indiscriminate of where our hands happened to venture.Three hours.