Free to concentrate on the amazing hand job I was receiving, I slipped into a blissful daze. I only came out of it when she broke off from her strokin... to exclaim, “I think he’s got three fingers in me. He’s rubbing my clit with his thumb and his little finger is trying to get into my arse!. As it was difficult to see what was happening under the water, her running commentary of the stranger fucking her pussy with his hand was almost enough to push me over the edge.She started grinding onto his. Preeti would joke that she married Siddharth to give her sister a brother rather than a husband for herself. That became an inside joke in the family. Preeti and Siddharth lived in the same city as Madhu and Ayush. So every time they met for a family get together or festival, Madhu and Siddharth would be inseparable.They shared many similar interests with each other and would talk about everything for hours. Madhu loved spending time outdoors. Whether it was to watch movies, eat at restaurants,. Following behind, they saw that there was a gentle ramp that led down to a sun terrace by the main beach. There were tables and chairs set up here, with cool shade provided by spotlessly clean, overhanging parasols. John glanced up, and realised that they were now directly below their bedroom, which hung out from the cliff face, sixty feet above them. They settled in the chairs, sipping iced drinks brought to them by the butler and his staff, while tucking into their delicious breakfast.“This. Now we were over the confession bit, it was kind of funny, and hot too.“No, of course not. You’re both old enough. And it’s not as if she wasn’t enjoying it too.”There was a longer silence. And to my surprise I could hear that whap, whap, whap noise again.“Jesus, Matt, are you wanking again?”This time he didn’t stop.“Thinking about you watching us; it’s kind of hot. What did you do?”“Christ almighty, what do you think? I just put my hand inside my bikini and rubbed myself. You do know what.