We fondle and embrace each other as our tongues wrestle each other. My hands reach down to her waist and reach below as I get a good feel of her firm...ass cheeks. My stewardess begins to grind herself on my crotch as I rub her ass. I feel her legs shift on each side as she kicks off her heels. As I shove my tongue down Emily’s throat, all I can think about are my senses coming back to life! The way her hair brushes on my face and neck. How she smells of lavender and coconut oil. Her. Sarah, who was twenty-one at the time, was home from college for a long weekend, and had to get out of her parents' house. My wife was not home at the time since she had plans to go shopping and get lunch with few of her friends. My wife told Sarah to just go to the house that I would be there. When I heard she was coming over I instantly got semi-hard, I couldn't help myself, I just started to fantasize what I would do to her.When she arrived she was wearing her typical clothes, black yoga. Her asshole was too tight, and he asked her to make a fart-like push with her asshole to open up the asshole. She agreed to everything and as he pushed his dick inside her and I could hear my mom screaming.My mom then asked the servant not to fuck her asshole as it was too painful. The servant, after seeing my naked mom’s condition, gave in to her wish and said that he would not fuck her asshole as he himself found it too tight.He then made my mom sit and asked for a blowjob. My mom obliged as. She straightened herself, and I pushed my fingers further along her underarms now brushing against the hem of her blouse on sides. Bhabhi adjusted her pallu and we moved along. With every bump, my fingers used to brush against sides of her soft globe, but none of us showed any reaction. All the way we kept chatting and by the time we reached home my fingers were very comfortable nestled against the sides of her left breast globe.We alighted, and none of us showed any signs of anything untoward..