I was sitting next to the one wearing skirt. I asked them their names. The one wearing chudidar told me her name was Padma and the one wearing Skirt t...ld me she was Radhika. Padma was fondling Radhika’s breasts and she invited me also to do the same. I put my hand under her top and slid it under her bra and started fondling her breasts one after another. They were firm and hard. As we were sitting in the last row, and the theatre was quite empty, we were not afraid of being watched. I further. It came quickly and powerfully thanks to her kegel muscles and her talented fingers. Her hand reaching behind her to caress my balls and finally pressing a finger hard against my anus.I lay back gasping for breath as my cock twitched inside her as she milked me of every last drop of my cum. She sank down lying down on top of me, her chest heaving.I stroked the soft damp skin of her back and murmured, “I love you,” to her.Her lips sought mine in a delicate kiss, “I love you too.”She rolled off. One was enough, Alison said, though Mark would have wanted more. Why not get Katy a sister? Even if she was from China, Mark offered as a compromise? But Alison would not be moved.What should he make of Katy’s “story”? He decided she had intended him to find it. She certainly couldn’t talk about this stuff with her mother, who was prudish and uncomfortable about sexual matters. Alison herself had not been a wildly enthusiastic sex partner in the best of times. Once they married, her interest in. He recognized me right off. Our eyes met and he smiledand winked to let me know it was cool. I danced andstrutted my stuff, shaking my tits and even lettingthe groom-to-be finger my pussy. The entire time Ikept my eyes on Uncle George who watched me with aleer and an obvious bulge in his lap. I was hot, ausual state for an exhibitionist, but the thought thatmy own uncle was watching and lusting for me rang mybells like crazy.Uncle George managed to corner me after my number. Ihad put a robe on,.