He pulled meinside, I instinctively grabbed his cock and he kissedme, making my pussy flood. He took my skirt and tee topoff of me and told me from no... on the door will be openand to just walk in and get naked. He led me into hisbedroom while I held his cock all the way and when wegot there, he made me lay down with my legs spread. Ithought for sure he was going to fuck my pussy, butinstead, he got between my legs and stuck his tongueright into my cunt hole. I think I screamed it felt so. When we got to her apartment, she said she would be changing into a different outfit. I was sitting in her living room waiting for her to get ready. It took her about fifteen to twenty minutes to get ready. While waiting I was thinking if she is going to wear a saree because that takes a long time to drape. I thought it would be so much fun to check her out if she wore a saree (considering it was an Indian cultural event). When she came to the living room after twenty minutes, I found my guess. Lots of stuff was put away nicely. Clothes were in dirty laundry basket. She wanted to work more, but I insisted she needed rest. “You are filthier than a pig” She quipped and laughed. “I know. The house is not used to have a woman around.” I said, looking into her eyes.”And a beautiful woman? Almost never.” The words just slipped and then there was silence. Both of us stood there, not knowing what to say next. She was my friend’s mother, almost 18-20 years older than me, and I was flirting. Finally I stopped cumming, and at the same time Jenny’s orgasm began to subside. Her body went limp, my softening cock still inside her as she collapsed against my chest, her mouth searching for mine, her tongue tasting my own tongue.The aftermath of our joint orgasm finally allowed me to focus on the room. Sally was bent over the coffee table, Mike behind her fucking her doggy style. Her breasts bouncing under her, swaying as each of his thrusts into her made a slapping sound as their bodies.