Couple of times I pulled out completely to ‘air’ my lund to hold my cumimg. (I learnt this trick from Baasanti).After about twenty minutes of vigo...ous fucking she had a shattering orgasm. I was not far behind. The post-orgasmic flutter in her chut played tricks on my lund, and I swept into an equally glorious orgasm. That was only when Champa took initiative and kissed me. All four of us, three bhabhis and me slept in the guesthouse.Next day Champa Bhabhi, who usually served food to all of us. Maybe she had some weird birthmark. Regardless, Ms. Cross was so risque with her cleavage that her son had gotten several good looks at them, totally uncovered, in his 18 years.As a result, poor Daniel couldn’t help but fixate on them. Many times he’d gotten often to his mom. He was ashamed of it, but he couldn’t stop thinking about those tits, wrapped around his cock, those lips, sucking him off. That pussy, where ever it lurked beneath that dress, wrapped around his shaft taking his seed.. I chose to do the painter scheduling on the way home.I called the warehouse from outside the house where the painter was working. The warehouse gave me a delivery time of 2 PM the next day. When I got inside the house I said, "Martin, I need for you to drop what you are doing and go to the next house you are going to paint. Paint the kitchen this afternoon, then you can return here to finish. I have appliances coming tomorrow and the kitchen hasn't been painted yet." I'm right in the middle of. ”I said, “You are mine, Srishti, my fucking whore.”She looked at me in anticipation and said, “Anything that you say, Jiju.”Excitement had my blood rushing through my veins, and my heart started beating wildly. That was it. All of it. She made me feel alive. Every second she was with me, no matter the emotion, I felt intensely alive.I picked her phone and clicked a few snaps. I indicated towards her boobs, asking her to push them further. She obliged. Her deep cleavage was now clearly visible..