Watching them made me love them that much more.Not love, I chastised myself. Lust. Just lust. Open, undisguised, unfiltered lust. Love is an irritatio.... Lust is fun.I slipped between them, feeding Sweetcakes my dick and Hunk my ass. They both latched on without hesitation. I had finally gotten better with oral; I could last a whole ten minutes before blowing my wad. I shared a quick taste with Sweetcakes, but then moved aside so he could share the rest with Hunk.Which set Hunk off."Oh. That’s when I saw the skirt fall to the floor. I was right, Rajshree had no panty’s on and her pussy was now on full display to Mr. Sultanali. All that remained was Rajshree’s garter belt, stockings and her heels.Rajshree sat herself back down on the bed when I saw Mr. Sultanali reach around my wife’s small waist and pull her as close as possible toward him. Rajshree now had her one hand in his lap and seemed to be stroking him through his pants. His suit jacket was already off and Rajshree. Would She remember our conversation re what would happen to me, or would there be mayhem if/when She made me spunk my pants and I couldn’t hide it? Surely I would be able to hide it as usual, after all, I’d had years and years of practice, doing it discreetly in my pants just a few feet from the girlie-goddess who was making me. By now I’d been able to straighten my penis in my underpants, and it was now pointing upwards and feeling very nice, though in my nervous moments it would slacken off.. This made me so horny, I started to stroke while watching her. Her side view observed some movement, she saw to the left and jumped off the sofa!She screamed, “Oh my god! Shit shit! You scared me! Why were you so silent? I could have gotten a heart attack!”Me: I didn’t want to disturb your act, mom! It looked like you enjoyed it very much!I said while smiling. She then remembered the word she used and realized her finger was still inside her pussy. The embarrassment hit her like a tsunami. I.