I am much too busy trying to picture her. Her hand would drop slowly, lightly touching her breasts over her t-shirt. She would let out a slight g...sp. Just enough that I would hear it…tease me, make me wonder whether it was my imagination or not. She would pat her tummy before she would slowly slide her hand under her T, upward toward her delicious breasts. Touching herself, feeling her warm chest. She would tell me how good she felt. She would tell me how hard her nipples were. We both knew. He clamped his hand onmy mouth and tried to pull me away from the window in the backyard shed.I dug in my heels and turned my eyes back to the spectacle. I was less than5 feet away from the men, safely hidden outside under the windowsill,behind the flowerpots, crouching down and peering at this scene. UncleZafar vigorously and energetically thrust his cock in my dad's ass whileDad kept on one-handedly masturbating to the rhythm of Uncle Zafar.Uncle Zafar smiled, embraced Dad. Her boobs were going up and down, up and down. She held my hands and put it on her boobs and asked to squeeze them. I started fondling those sweet boobies. About 10 minutes later we switched position and came into missionary. I went down and explored her wet pussy after a week. It was such a sweet smell down there. I opened the vaginal lips with my fingers and kissed there. After this, I could not resist and put my tongue inside and started licking the wet pussy.She was moaning loudly out of. We spent our day on a remote area of a very long beach. This beach area was next to a golf course which was just behind the beach. As nobody was on the beach we decided to get of our clothes for sun bathing and swimming. After a while when we came back from swimming we stood on top of a beach dune looking to the green grass of the golf course. We were very horny and decided to go to the meadow as we knew that the golf course was closed this week.We left our clothes and towels on the beach and.