I want to return the favor."I smiled, whispering, “I'm glad you do. I enjoyed last night also. I think you let loose a bit more than you intended.�...She buried her face in my neck, “At first when you slapped me I was shocked. Then as it continued, I got this feeling after each one that sort of tingled. I don't know how to explain it.”I moaned, "There's no need to explain. You enjoyed it, and that's what counts. There are probably more things you enjoy but haven't experienced them yet, so you. I think she didn’t care for the taste of both her, and Heather’s, pussy juices on my shaft. She went back on though and gave me a somewhat clumsy but still excellent blow job. (There aren’t really any BAD blow jobs.)Heather leaned in and whispered into my ear. “I want you to scream, I LOVE YOU JESSICA! just before you cum.”Jessica’s lips traced down my shaft twice more before I couldn’t contain myself anymore. I shouted out my love, probably much louder than I should have in the small hotel. Then he said, "Manavi Bhabhi , there is another bruise in your area, particularly in the area where your leg begins, I mean in that joint area of your thigh, just below your stomach."Manavi Bhabhi did not reply anything due to shyness. He put some ointment in his index finger, and proceeded to apply on the place of bruise, which was just below her abdomen, near the joint of thigh on the pubic area which was full of thick bushy pubic hairs.Montu Kumar said, "Manavi Bhabhi , your affected area. Next I thought, my wife never giggles. I got the wine and the beer and sauntered back over. Was I surprised; they each took their beverages and walked away. She took the wine without even looking at me. Hey I thought; no introductions? I decided not to make a scene, but I watched more closely as they walked away. They didn’t go anywhere. I half expected them to slip down to the boathouse and get it on. I’m only joking of course, but I’d stopped seeing the humor in what she’d been doing. Hell, I.