We're kissing again as she's cupped my face with her hands and she moves down to my neck, kissing me all the while and I run my hands lower, under her...skirt but she's wearing knickers this time. A pretty little pair of black lacy french panties that are already soaked from her juices and I'm rubbing her pussy through the fabric. Her lips part and allow me to push slightly into her and I rub her clit too, she wiggles backwards just enough to be able to undo my belt buckle and pull open my jeans.. "Okay, I guess." Is there anything we could do to make your visit with us a little more comfortable?" You could let me go," Timmy said.Kong roared with laughter. "I do love a bitch with a sense of humor. Long as she don't try and be too funny that is." Maybe I'll think of something else after instead then..." Something else after what?" Maybe after I do what I have to do, I'll think of something you can do for me to make me more comfortable." Bitch, after you do what you have to do, you're. He asked me to shut up and went to the bedroom following Mansoor and closed the door. I peeped through the keyhole and saw him showing aunty something on his phone. I told her that it will be on the internet if she doesn’t cooperate. She went silent and said she is a loyal wife and mother of two and a Hindu.To that Dad said that is why I like you more. He then asked Mansoor to remove her dress which Mansoor did like an obedient dog. While removing, he starting squeezing her naked boobs. Even I. You are lying face down, completely nude, on your queen bed, eyes closed, and you hear your door slowly open. You know it’s me, but you don’t know just what to expect.I softly whisper, “just lie there; don’t open your eyes.” You whisper back, “OK.”Next, you hear the sound of my clothes being removed and dropped to the floor. Then, you feel my weight on the bed and hear the squelch of your massage oil being warmed in my hands.I kneel on either side of your legs and start with your feet, one at a.