Men surrounding us were watching her intently. They were stroking their cocks.Dipti stood out with her Indian skin compared to the white skin that was...seen in large numbers. And here I was the luckiest dude on the beach who dare not strip in front of her. My train of thoughts was broken as Dipti walked up to me and asked me to unhook her bra. I practically choked, my hands shook, as I unhooked her bra. She turned around and gave me an eyeful. I wanted to grab her, kiss her and suck her. Itwas somehow satisfying to have him in me like that. I sucked. The firsteffort was experimental but the second was enthusiastic. OMG, I wasgiving that stud a BJ. I bobbed my head, taking in as much of him as Icould manage. I felt like a total Bad Girl. While I pleasured Len Ipurred deep in my throat. As I continued enjoying his tool -- yes, Iwas enjoying it -- he lowered his head and Tarla rose up enough that theycould kiss. My wife was kissing her date while my mouth worked on. Soon all my fantasies started revolving around Mother-Son incest stories only, which led me to think about my own Mother Anandam. Here let me tell you something about my Mother Anandam. She was at that time 38 years old and was a very large lady. She was having around 5 feet 10 inches height, with massive, cucumber like boobs, a swelling belly, big, round, elephant like thighs and a mountain-like ass. She was a very energetic woman who took care of the things in my house very smoothly. After. “What about you, Amber?” Lee asked. “Do you want a job?”My third oldest daughter, Amber, tottered after her mother holding her hand. She was adorable in her pink frock, her dark-brown hair gathered in two small pigtails. She was sucking on her thumb. She popped it out and said, “No!”“See, see!” said Christie. “I don’t want a job, Daddy. I want to play.”“And you can play with your new sister,” I told her as we rounded the corner.Christie’s little face twisted in disgust. “Not if she’s a baby..