" How are your classes?" So so." Your professors?" They're there."I eyed him suspiciously.He gave me a big, mischievous grin. "The parties are great, ...hough. You'll see when you come next year."I rolled my eyes. "That's what you've been doing this year? Getting wasted?" I'm sensing a little judgment, Kristen."We were quiet for a few more minutes before the plane shook again."Are you still seeing that girl?" I asked in a breathless rush, eager to focus on anything but the way the plane was. Tony had sequenced the pictures by how revealing they were. They finished the outerwear and moved on to the lingerie collection. As the shots got more and more racy, and Manjula remained unfazed, he felt his cock grow harder and harder. Soon they were sampling his compilations of Playboy nudes.More arousing than the girls themselves was the knowledge that Manjula was there watching him. Like him, her eyes shifted back and forth between the girls on the screen and his own face. Thankfully,. Dana's mother did not have a chance to comment further as Dana lifted her leg over her mother and lowered her hairy cunt gently onto her mother's face. She closed her eyes as her mother's tongue pushed it's way inside. I backed up and moved the sheets out of the way. I spread Dana's mother's legs wide. She didn't resist as she continued to tongue her own daughter's vagina.I positioned my cock between her puffy outer labia and pushed in. She was much looser than her daughter, but I found. Normally, one wouldn’t expect a conventional, typical Tamilian girl like me to be horny and crave men but I do. I am not a whore, I just like fucking strangers. I have a fetish. I like to be fucked by men, who are at least above 30 years old and I like to be fucked by men wearing lungi. I get so excited when I see so many men wearing colorful block-print lungi on the road and walking, sometimes even pissing on the road, showing a hint of their black dicks.Recently, a man moved into the flat.