He gently squeezed the swollen head. Inside the room, Ashim was celebrating his good fortune as he ran his tongue between the glistening folds of her ...ripping pussy lips tasting the salty taste of her pussy juices. Ever since he began going down on her, he always relished the taste of his aunt’s juicy cunt.“Ahhhhhhhhhhhh… ! That’s good, Ashim,” She whimpered as she shamelessly pushed her hot slick crotch against his face.“Lick me… Honey. Stick your tongue all the way in.”Loving the way she was. I kissed her andpromised. She took my hand moved it to her pussy whichwas wet, but clearly there was more equipment than wasto be expected. I reached into her panties and there was a hard dickand balls but I reached past them and felt her pussy.It was very wet and the lips pressed tightly together.I ran my finger up and down the groove until theyparted a little and I felt for her clit, but theredidn’t seem to be one, so I began running my fingergently into her vagina. We kissed and played. I found this surprisingly satisfying; this voyeuristic way of 'participating!'Then again, there were other times where I would refrain from any and all masturbation until AFTER Duane was finished, and then I'd kneel on the bed between my wife's legs, and proceed to jack off on her tummy; knowing all the time as I prepared to ejaculate my seed, that Duane's was deep inside of her pussy---but that merely excited me even more, and as I came at last, my wife, Duane, and I, all three of us, would be. Apparently he too when drunk had been blasphemous aboutthem just before they'd left for church and why Brendan always felt justlike his grandmother, his mother had since unjustly and unreasonablyhated the wee folk all the more for it.Knowing that Siobhan had always fiercely believed in them as well, I wasseriously beginning to wonder if this obvious clash of beliefs withBrendan's mother had been in some way to blame for all the problems I'dhad with Brendan soon after he'd moved in. Having.