I went and stood behind her , over her shoulder looked at what she is cooking and started to rub my cock against her buttocks. She was acting as if no...thing happened and I put my hand around her waist and inserted my fingers into her saree fold and touched her mound. It was puffy and hairy. Before I left the kitchen I also managed to squeeze her buttocks , saying it is so hard and nice to touch. I said your husband is lucky , he can play with all these every day. She smiled and said , he only. The 2 women were interesting to me, as one of them (Sue) was the wife of Keith, the organizer. Sue was somewhat plump and was probably in her late 40s. She had what could best be described as a rather plain face, and was somewhat short with what looked to be a well-rounded but firm rear and medium sized breasts. The other woman, Amy, was tall and skinny, probably in her early 40s, with long legs, blond hair that reach almost to her butt, and almost no breasts to speak of. If I had passed these. Then she slowly, gentlyinserted her lubricated finger deep inside Terri. She made sure not toforce it too quickly and coaxed Terri to lift her knees and spread themso that her anal passage was as wide and relaxed as possible."It is very important that you imagine my cock to be an offering, aninstrument of love that makes it's libation deep within you, as a logis fed to a sacred fire or a sweet is placed in a lover's mouth.Welcome this sacred phallus by caressing it with your pussy. If youstrive. A minute later Mrs. T. moved her ass to allow Jeana to pull off her mini skirt. She lifted her right leg as the skirt fell on my coffee table. Her big belt made a loud noise. Not as loud as Jeana finally putting her finger inside Mrs. T. wet pussy. Mrs. T. was not wearing any panties or a thong. I moved my hand to my mouth. I was breathing heavy. Both women were kissing very loud. I watched Mrs. T. shift on the couch to let her old boss move her finger deeper in her pussy.Next Mrs. T. opened.