I raised my arse and soon his brother had pulled my pants down and was fingering me deeply while I sucked. This was beautiful and my own urges gre... quickly. My orgasm rolled through me as soon as my boyfriend erupted into my mouth. I slurped it down and sucked his cock clean and then sat back between them. To stop the awkwardness, I put a hand on each of their cocks and played gently, telling them how much I had enjoyed that. My pants were still down around my ankles and I kicked them. I began pumping her. This was raw animalistic fucking, we both wanted it.“Take me,” Carol growled.I was totally in control, I looked down and saw my hard cock pistoning into Carol’s pussy. Carol reached between her legs and started to finger herself.“Stop.” I said, “I don’t want you to cum too soon, I want this to last.” With that, I reached for the bedside cabinet and retrieved the tube of lube I had placed there when we unpacked. While continuing to fuck Carol I squeezed a generous measure. She was curious about why he was feeling Stacey up and down like that. She decided to ask later. When Michael made his way to Staceys neck and then bit it, Silk felt a flash of jealously but pushed it aside. Then Michael kissed Stacey and Silk almost looked away. She knew shed have to overcome this jealousy. Inspection done, Michael moved on. He picked up the flogger. As he did this he noticed Silk was watching. He smiled at her and he began to swing the flogger. Knowing this was the first time. I admit it. I’m Indian--well, Indo-Canadian. My parents are from Tamil Nadu, deep in southern India. And they are racist as hell.”“Really? Are there even black people in India for them to be racist against?”“Not that I know of. But I’ve visited India a few times. It can be pretty weird in some respects. Just because there’s almost no one from Africa there doesn’t mean they can’t be racist against them. But even if that sort of racism wasn’t an issue, there’s the caste system, of course, and my.