My clit was hard, but try as I might I couldn't stimulate her enough to really make it feel great. This was a real tease, a genuine punishment, not be...ng able to jill off while Mark and Chris made love in front of me."Fuck, you're beautiful," Mark whispered.He was laying on top of Chris now, holding the boy's face in his big hands, stroking Chrissy's cheeks with his thumbs. Chris had his legs spread around Mark's thighs and they were dry humping each other through their clothing. Mark kissed. Seeing or picturing the smoothcurves of her waist, or her thighs squeezing together if I'm behind her.Even if we're fucking under the covers and I can't see the intersectionof our bodies, I still visualize the sliding and thrusting in my mind. Inmy mind, I can see her round ass, sliding forward and back on my pole. Ican see her pussy lips sucking it on the way in, and gripping it wetly onthe way out. I can practically picture the inside of her: her tunnelgetting filled as I thrust in and try to. Uske muh se ahe bharne ki awaz ane lagi aur wo ahhhhh, ,please dhere se chuso,ahaaa please mai pagal ho jaungi ,please meri jan ahhhhh Lakin maine ab apni jheeb uske chood ke under khused dee wo excitement se pagal ho gai, mene dekha ki uski chood ab gili hone suru ho gaye the aur bahut sa pani mere muh me a gya tha aur mai use pee raha tha .Wo jhatke ke sath nitche jhuke aur usne mera loda pakad kar apne muh me dal liya ,aur mere laude ka supada nikal kar use aise chusene lagi jaisi lolypop. We got dressed and went downstairs. Luke“You see Tina, love, I don’t always cook loads. Despite what my son may say.”Tina was chuckling as she listened to my mum and looked at me, as I was told off. I didn’t care. My mother and my girlfriend in the same room, getting on like a house on fire. What could I complain about?After we had eaten some of the scraps off the chicken carcass, wedged between slabs of bread, liberally doused in mayonnaise, I found out what I could complain about. Even though.