Its her cum, and I like it.. Just then, I look up at my husband, watching him stroke his nice big, hard cock, hes stroking so fast, as he pinches his... nipple.. then I see that look on his face, his head drops back, his eyes close, his body trembles all while his cum shoots straight onto his stomach.. MMmmm.. He came so much, I know he's enjoying watching me lick pussy, so I grab Camille under her ass, she wraps her legs tighter around me as lift her up into my mouth, I need to lick it all out... He touched my neck just under my hair. "I have to go now," he says after gently letting our lips seperate. "Oh, okay, when can you come over again?" I ask him. Our faces were so close. "Hour or so.." He left with a sheer tremble and his pale face bright red. Did he think I didn't like the kiss? Was I a bad kisser? Did he not like the kiss? Or did he think he wasn't a great kisser? Those thoughts traveled and sunk into my mind. I sat on my bed for hours thinking. I mean, my. James LaFe' was never charming in school. I did not dare voice my opinion. The ladies were taken with him and so tuition began on Tuesday and Thursday afternoons. He preferred to come over after school, so by the time the lesson was over Mum returned from work. Well, he charmed her. Each week they became more and more friendly. By the second lesson they were Marg and James. By the second week he had tickets for all of us to join him at a national football match, introducing us to all the top. But let me enjoy the view, Bhabhi. I won’t ask you to feed me. But, if you don’t mind, can I see your pair of boobs?”I was shocked. I didn’t expect him to say this. I was afraid as well as excited. Half of me was asking me to shed the boundaries and enjoy the moment. A part of me was asking me to stay within limits. I was confused in this tug-of-war. I decided to hear out my soul. I wanted to enjoy the moment.“Harish, I shall show you my boobs. But promise me, this will never go out of this.