Plz dont….Mujhe ek baar gussa to aaya…But I love her so much ki maine uske forehead pe kiss karke sorry bola aur usse fir se hug kar liya……But...dosto kya karun ye lund hai ki manta nahi…..I thought ki try to mai karta rahunga jub tak ye haan nahi karegi….Maine fir uske top ke ander pet pe haanth rubb karna shuru kiya…Aur wo relax ho kar enjoy karne lagi…Thodi der me usne aankhe band kar li….Maine usse bola aaram se let jao….Aur hum dono chipak ke let gaye….Tabhi achanak wo meri or peeth karke. I raked my nails over his back and kissed him passionately as his fingers brushed the gusset of my thong. I exhaled sharply and he clearly took this as permission to press his hand against me, lingering there, rocking slowly. With each movement I felt hot desire build in my clit, a need for him. I let out a tiny whimper into his mouth as he slipped his hand into my underwear and pressed a finger into me, curling it up into my g spot. He started to build a rhythm and my lips left his, moving. He felt a wave of guilt wash over him, but quickly dismissed it. She was moaning his name after all. He was just watching a pretty woman touch herself. Not that he could see much. That is, until Missy repositioned her legs and raised them to the sides of the tub. “Fuck me. I know you want me,” she murmured, her fingers rapidly plunging into her pussy. Scott ripped his cock from his boxers, now completely lost to a haze of lust. He wanted to go in there and do just what she was asking of him,. Laughing she slipped her arm through mine as we walked back to our table. As I took my chair, Mom tapped me on my shoulder, I was looking away when she sat on my lap. Instantly I felt my cock instantly harden and push up against her ass. Mom continued to laugh and chat to Uncle Bob and Aunt Paula without missing a beat. Becca was next up on stage and started to sing Carrie Underwood’s Last Night. Last Night I got served… Luckily I was saved as Mom jumped up and dragged me up on to the dance.