Monica just looked back at her and nodded.Maneesha went down and opened her mouth to swallow Karan’s dick. Karan closed his eyes and rested his head...back to enjoy her sister-in-law’s blowing. She lacked Monica’s experience but did it with great passion. Meanwhile, Monica went behind Maneesha.She brought her face closer to her hairy wet pussy. She smelled it and then started licking it. Maneesha was surprised. Though she liked it and continued to suck Karan’s dick. The three of them were now. She sat back up and it slid all the way inside her. She gasped and began to ride my cock up and down, moaning with each stroke. She was bucking against me and I could tell she was about to cum. I wanted it to be great so I grabbed her hips and thrust against her very hard till she screamed out, oh my God Jack IÂ’m cumming.. Fuck me! I could feel her squirt on my balls as she came. She fell on my chest and tried to catch her breath. She said, oh baby that was so good. Since she couldnÂ’t see me. So realising that in our darkened corner nobody was likely to notice what we were doing, I fumbled to cover myself with her skirt and to unzip my trousers. She slid back along my thighs to help me and her fingers soon had eased my eager cock out of its wrappings. I remember I had to struggle to control myself and stop myself cumming there and then from the sheer excitement and wickedness of what we were doing and the friction of having her pull it out of my pants. She seemed equally frantic to. I have loved dressing up ever since my early teens when I first discovered the delights of dressing in my mum's underwear. Although I have gone for long periods abstaining from dressing, the truth is that I am addicted to wearing lingerie. So, I will always return to it. My particular favourite is to wear retro underwear like french knickers, slips, basques, fully fashioned nylons and the like.My wife was working, and I was at home. I did not expect her home until about 11.30 as she was due.