I wanted it inside me and quickly had him pinned against the wall. He was now kissing me back, trying to keep up, but it wasn’t enough.There was a p...imal urge.Perhaps people would call it make-up sex. Well, it was the first time I’d felt that compulsion. All I knew was that I was desperate to have him inside my body again. That need was powerful and scary but exciting. For the first time, I was sexually out of control.I undid his flies to get at his erection and once I had it in my hand, I. I thought it kind of odd since it was 10:00 in the morning. I apologized for leaving my coat and wallet and we talked a few moments at the door about yesterday’s festivities. Then the unexpected happened. As I was about to leave, she ask me if I wanted to come in for a cup of coffee. My heart skipped a beat and I stood there speechless for a few seconds, my mind racing at 90 miles an hour. Should I accept? What would my wife think if she knew I was alone with her beautiful sister? Was. I could feel his naked bums through the thin lungi as he was not wearing any underwear. I inched my fingers to his ass crack and started feeling his crack with my finger. I could feel his breath becoming harder and faster and I could see the front portion of his lungi forming a tent as his penis is throbbing with tension and lifting the lungi. Slowly Gopi dropped the towel and drew my head towards his groin; I started kissing his meaty pole from over his lungi and bit it softly. A sweet moan. Earlier I cornered her in the lounge and finger fucking her to orgasm. I thought my actions in the corner went un-noticed, I was wrong. Samantha, wearing a similar dress confronts me in the dining room. “I know you are fucking my daughter but you could at least take advantage of her in private!” I start to apologise but she closes the gap between us. Taking my hand she slips it under her dress and up to a scolding hot pussy. She groans as my hand touches her sex. No knickers! She folds her.