After a while, I pushed Padma away, and turned over on my side and hid my face in the sheets.I felt Padma’s hands on my hips trying to turn me over ...n my back. I resisted. Then , Raj’s strong hands flipped me over on my back and with his palms on my knees , slowly parted my thighs wide apart. I kept my eyes closed . I was breathing hard. As Raj clamped his mouth on my pussy, I raised myself on my elbows with a loud gasp. Raj soon sucked my cunt lips into his mouth. As he pulled on them with his. My hands are caressing them out of habit, and I enjoy their weight in my hands. Kate is tugging at my shirt, and I reluctantly lift my arms up so she can pull it off me.Our pants come off as if removed by a third party, and there we are, sexes barely concealed by inadequate underwear. We run our hands over each other, unhurried, stopping to enjoy the goosebumps and coos of pleasure. I find unexpected beauty and eroticism in Kate's fingers, in the scar on her knee, in the hollow of her back. She. Mera lund b kharra honay laga tha or oos ki tangoo main touch ker raha tha jis say mujay or b maza aa raha tha. Or wo b mera lund apni tangoo main ehsoos ker k meray sath chimti ja rahi thi or bohat taiz taiz sansain lay rahi thi. Phir main nay os say kameez utarnay ko kaha to oos nay kaha k khood hi utar lo to main nay jhut say oos ki kameez utar di wah kia mammay thay black bra main dhoodiya mammay daikh ker to main pagal ho gaya or foraan oos ki bra utar di or oos k mammay choosanay laga oos. They laughed and said they had both volunteered to pose for him but he turned them down as they didn't fit his criteria.Martin ignored them and without any embarrassment confirmed what I'd previously heard, that he specialised in erotic poses and that he was a major figure in an organisation known by the lofty title, 'The Erotic Society of America.'I have to admit, that the more he prattled on and the more he established his 'credentials' that I was really impressed that Martin thought enough.