We were making for the conservatory when the pretty child intercepted us. She appeared to have been waiting specially."They're not ready yet," Helen h...ssed. "They're still doing It."Catherine put her arm round Helen. "Are you all right?" Of course I am," Helen hugged her sister back. "Mum always tells me not to look, but I can't help sometimes. Why do they do it in such silly places? They've got a bedroom with a lock on the door and a big bed. But now they're on that little settee in the. By this time she could not bear it anymore and asked me to insert my tool in her quickly and start rock her. Then I laid over her and inserted my tool into her. As she had too many discharge her pussy was so wet and hot, my tool found it very sweet and easy to rock and roll. After many hard strokes I slowed and then started kiss her and stroke very slowly for immense pleasure. Then again with hard strokes. This continued for around 45 minutes. Then I suggested her whether I can take my dick out. I was dumb stucked.I was just standing there confused, After some time Smarana came back Oh! Whoa! With another lady in white churidar. She might be around 35 years, her churidar was skin tight, showing all the curves, with good eyes, good looking face, a very fair one, tight, firm and bulky boobs, not so flat stomach, a shapely hips, white under pants with shapely and bulky thighs. I was standing mouth aghast , with one of hand on my hair scratching it and other indicating an action What?”.. It was relaxation, concentrating on your breasts, warm and radiant. With each pass of your thumb it was sending off another wave of electricity down your body to your clit. Pulsing and hot, I could just imagine what you were feeling as your entire consciousness focused on the sensations in your nipples and your clit. You were a bundle of pleasure nerves and the entire rest of your being was melting into the mattress. Imperceptible, outside the focus of your senses.I know you well, you’re not.