On Friday afternoon, Raghu gave me his address and told me to be there by noon on Saturday. It was easy enough to tell Sahil that I was preparing for ... project, which always entailed extra hours at the office. When I arrived at Raghu’s, he pointed me to the bedroom and told me to undress. For the next three hours I was held in the most wonderful state of sexual awareness in my life! Raghu tired this girl out! His hard body and hard cock were all over and in my body. I became a slave to his. I reflexively cross my wrists and lift my tank up from the front, as quietly as I can, leaning down to drop it to the floor. This bra doesn’t go with my shirt. It’s an outrageous forest green on black lace but I know you love it. I’ve been wearing this wanton invitation to molest me all morning and that is exactly what I want and need right now. I’m done waiting for you to notice.A few more steps and I… but, damn! One squeaky floorboard and you look up, taking me in in an instant. I forgot. It seemed like mami had hurt her back and her thighs. She asked me to give her the balm and I got it and saw that she was in pain. I insisted that I will apply the balm myself but she refused“No it’s ok. I will apply it myself.”“But how will you apply it on your back? Let me do it” I kept on insisting and she finally gave up.“Now mami lie on your face and lift your kameez” she did and I got a good view of her panties under her semi transparent salwar. I started applying balm and gently started. Angie buried her finger all the way to her knuckle as she went faster and harder into Sara. As she did, the slurping sounds permeated the room, filling it with hot sexual energy. The sound of Sara’s wet pussy along with Angie’s finger moving in and out of it, reverberated off the walls of the girls showers. It was like an echo in their ears. Not to mention, their audience. “Oh, look at that, Angie’s dripping!” one girl watching announce. The sound, combined with Sara’s wet pussy and naturalness.