Rehan: ok mummy aap jis terha kahein gi mein waisy he kru ga.Mummy: ok thek hy laken aik week tak abh bardasht kro us k baad mein btao gi k kya krna h...Rehan: mummy abh waseem kabh aye ga?Mummy: i think kal aye ga.Rehan: aur kya papa b hon gy kal?Mummy: nhi kal woh morning mein aye gaRehan: mummy kya mein aapko aur waseem ko dekh lu?Mummy: nhi abh mein aisa nhi honay dun gi.. yeh ghalat hyRehan: mummy jo aap krein gi waseem k sath woh b to ghalat hyMummy: laken tum mujhy dekho yeh thek nhi. Wo ai mere rm mei bethi boli mei to akeli pad gai hun tu bhi holi k baad baat nahi krta mene kaha esa kuch nahi hai fir boli tera to time pas ho jata hoga mene bola kaha yar meri to koi gf bhi nahi hai jisse baat kr lu wo boli acha ji, koi baat nahi tu mere sath baat kara kr,Bolti holi wale din tu kyn bula raha tha mjhe upper? Mjhe to uspe haad gusa a raha tha ki deni hai nahi Sali mere swad aur le rahi hai, mene bola pata nai mera dimag khrb ho gaya tha to boli mjhe sb pata hai . kehti tu mere. I guess I must have been doing it right since Mail Lin’s moaning increased in volume and was punctuated with deep grunts. The taste was wonderful. I lubricated my thumb with her juice and slipped it up her ass. She groaned loudly and her arms started to wander in a stiff random way at her sides as if the bones were gone. I got her clit between my lips and her grunting got louder. A minute later, her pussy and asshole squeezed on my thumb and tongue and her legs went limp. We lowered her gently. The three of us had already shared many intimate chats online but doing so in person only added to our desire....After two margaritas, I finally got bold and placed my hand on our guest's leg. She looked into my eyes and smiled. She leaned in and whispered to me that I could move my hand up her legs as far as I dared. I blushed and accepted the invite and allowed my fingers to trace a trail all the way up her dress and gently touched her through her panties. She was already warm and wet. Both.