And at only nineteen three years younger than me I was getting turned on just looking at her. Then as I poured us another drink Tracey started to flir... as usual, with the drink the way she was dressed and the amount of flesh she was showing when she started to talk sex I developed one hell of a hard on and having not had chance to fuck the wife in over two weeks I really needed empty my balls. Tracey noticed my 8” cock making a tent in my trousers and giggled then gave it a play full slap. We finished our dessert and walked out onto the street. We had nothing to say, we couldn’t trust ourselves to speak. Mark took my hand and stopped me in my steps. I turned into him and he smiled a deliberate sticky smile. ‘God, I love that place…’ he let the words drizzle from his lips like the honey. At this thought I feel a deeper heat start to build. My hands work at building this fire. The flesh begins to tingle with friction, tension. I have trouble getting my breath as my fingers move. “Kya Mom, Its Diwali. Chill out.” She gave me a morning hug and sat down for the breakfast.Siddhartha listened her and came to the dining area.“Good morning Riya.” He called her.“Hey Dad! When did you come?” She was surprised to see him, and moreover his hardened tool.“Few minutes ago, daughter.” He looked wittingly at her, and rather her 34C tits.“I guess you both made out just now, haven’t you Dad?”“Yeah baby. Your mom is so horny, you know.”“Oh I see. And what about me, Dad.”“Beta, you are. Before I got any more information about Bill's private life my attention was drawn to Bill's wide spread hairy legs and his now probing fingers. Bill was slowly fingering his pussy and tweaking his clit, his pussy lips were expanding with excitement, as any vagina would, and started to really get wet and glistening. I wanted a closer look and Bill noticed my interest and motioned me over, as he held his vagina open I knelt in front of him and at first looked closely and noticed there were.