Her other hand was enjoying the growing wetness between her legs. She rubbed her fingers up and down her slit until they were completely covered in he... own juices. She reluctantly removed her soaking hand from her pussy, joined it with her other hand and began vigorously massaging his cock. Her tiny hands were firmly wrapped around his thickness and in a twisting motion, moved them up and down, causing him to cry out in pleasure as her own mouth moaned around his balls. He reached down and. Hussain started telling her about his family. Mrs. Hussain was a housewife and their 2 boys aged 11 and 9 were both in a boarding school. Hussain appeared to be quite happy with his home front. “Except,” he confessed with a wry grin, “Sometimes things appear a little dull, after 12 years of married life.”Sushma found herself nodding in agreement and began telling him about her life. Time went by and they found a strange intimacy growing between them unconsciously. They started talking about. Once again, I did a quick mental calculation of the angles, and I was certain he’d be getting a pretty clear view of Bev’s pussy as well as my cock in her hand. Bev on the other hand couldn’t see that window from her angle, and she wouldn’t have noticed that I was glancing over their either. It was at that point I reminded Bev about the various times she’d played with her pussy as we had been watched on beaches like that (ok I admit that I took full advantage of the situation lol)… and straight. This wasn't gay, was it? Did I cross a line? I didn't know and didn't care at that point. I just rocked my head side to side and bucked my ass onto his fingers as his head bobbed my cock in wild abandon, pushing myself to the edge of his bed."Well, well. What do we have here?" a strange voice said from the door.What the fuck! My mind reeled in sudden shame, embarrassment and the shock of being caught in such a compromising position. I got a glimpse of a man standing in the doorway with his.