When the men saw the food any pretend anger left them. Suzanne commenting “Typical males, show them food and they all go to putty.” All of the gir...s were laughing.They enjoyed their meals which took then over 90 minutes to finish. Helena then mentioned they would meet here at 7.30 for an 8pm formal meal but with casual dress for the men. The ladies were getting dressed up to the nines. In fact they have an appointment for nails and hair at 3pm downstairs.Goodbye husbands we will see you at 7pm. The bedroll was no longer between us, and my kalpana behind was nested in my pelvis as we both lay facing in the same direction. In that twilight zone-state, i became aware that my cock was swollen, and it was touching my bhabis’s ass-moons very lightly. I couldn’t help it, i just automatically put my free arm around her and i guess i faked a snore, just in case she was awake. By then my cock was throbbing and jumping like a heart against her ass buns. I kept faking my snores for a while and. She was a fully working woman with all the assets a man could want. And even though she didn't have sex much now, at least she had had it and her vagina worked well enough to have a penis in it and she had allowed a man to shoot his seed up there.At that deprived, ignorant, desperate point in my life, she seemed to be the answer, and I couldn't believe I hadn't thought about it before.I began contriving to be in confined spaces with her, helping clear the table and taking the dishes into the. “Time to service my balls, David,” he announced.Leaning on the bed on outstretch arms, Rogan pushed his crotch into my face. Cradling his plump sac in my hands, my mouth began to lick and suckle on his monstrous pouch. I was like a kid who had just been given a tub of ice-cream. The plump sack was delicious and as tasty as a bag of marshmallows. Snorting with delight, I slavered on the delectable treat that had been thrust in my face. With saliva cascading down my chest, Rogan finally pulled.