After some time 2 ladies came asking for body massage. I refused for that. But he forced me to try it at least once. I sad that I feel shy to have it ...ere. He said no problem come at my suite which was exactly behind that place. I found it very good chance to take revenge of mine husband so after some hesitation I agreed. We went at his suite. That ladies asked both of us to remove our dress. He removed his shorts and t-shirt and he was only in his small underwear. I was looking at his body. He. I squirted into the air, my cum going who knows where. Sated, I sucked my Mom’s pussy juice off my finger, and wiped my cock dry on a dirty sock and went to bed.As the months went by, every Saturday night my parents came home drunk. Since it was Summer, often they would hop into bed naked. This allowed me to repeat this performance a few times, when Mom was lying on her side or on her belly. I loved her on her side, her pussy pushing out between her legs, easy for me to get my finger in her. Oh god.Then Martin came out of his room, finally dressed. ‘You found the suitcase yet?’ he asked.Martin’s mother dropped us at the airport and gave us both massive hugs. ‘Remember to phone me as soon as you land.’We extricated ourselves from her clutches, checked in, went through security, boarded the plane – and my boner still hadn’t abated, not for a moment. I could still see Esme’s firm little breasts, the wisps of dark hair at her crotch, the casual way she’d said hello and winked at. She looked up at me, a mischievous smile on her face, and I gasped, again. As our eyes connected, I felt her finger open and close inside me, touching the walls of my pussy as if to tickle me from the inside.I felt her fingers close, curl, not fully into a tight fist, but not pointed in a cone shape, either. The woman’s attention went to my pussy and her arm, the location where her arm disappeared into my pussy. And she pressed in. Her concentration now was her arm going into me. She pulled out.