Then you start kissing your way down my body, gently kissing my neck, caressing it with your lips as I smile and moan very quietly with pleasure enjoy...ing it so much. Further down you gently bite on my shoulder, kissing it and then again teasing me with gentle bites. I start to run my nails up and down your back when I feel your lips kissing my chest, quickly moving onto my breasts, kissing around my nipples and fondling them with your hands at the same time, guiding my nipples into your. Involuntary moans take over, tense and laboured at first, becoming staccato as they reverberate around the room at his relentless onslaught.My animalistic groaning mostly drowns out the ringtone as my husband does his usual trick of phoning if I haven't answered a text within a few minutes, in case the message hasn't got through. Another pang of guilt fades when Scott's tongue alternates from slithering in my back door to lashing my needy cunt as I paw the mirror and snarl way past the phone. He takes her by the hand and guides her to a large room. The room is dark except for a small area illuminated by candles.He leads her into the center of the circle. There he turns to face her and raises her hands above her head. She knows by the look in his eyes that she is to leave them right there. He begins running his hands down her arms, then her sides. He reaches behind her and undoes the braselette. It begins to fall and he follows its dissent with his fingers, tracing a path down her. They both feasted their eyes and my mom pleasurably displayed and allowed them to enjoy. Soon she realized my presence and put her arms around her large breasts pretended to shiver in cold. Shakil immediately unlocked the door to get us in. The house had two bedrooms, a lounge and a kitchen. We put our handbags in the bedroom and selected one for mom and me and one for Asim Chachu and Shakil. After drying us out, we arranged an umbrella and approached the car as we all were feeling hungry so.