I sometimes don’t use her pallu but clean her sweat with my own bare hand on her bare back and stomach which are sparingly covered by her lowcut bac...k blouse.On one holiday, when the house maid was absent, Sultana is washing clothes and I just came to the back of the house and found her. She kept some wet clothes on the shoulder and keeping them one by one on the rope for drying. She is wearing a white thinner cloth silk blouse, it all got wet completely because of the wet clothes. She called me. A thread of his cum glazed my lips, as I pulled away and heard him sigh again, this time out of frustration. I wanted to be there, to pose fro Bernie, lay naked, allowing him a look at my cock and feel his eyes wash over me. I loved knowing that his cock was hard because of me. But all of a sudden, all I wanted was Bernie to lay on top of me with his hard mature cock pressing and humping against my young cock. I wanted to feel like I was being taken. I needed to be taken advantage of, to be. As I sucked Mike, my hands were on his ass. I caressed and kneaded his buttocks, even touched his crack. From reading, I had discovered the existence of anal sex but wasn’t sure either of us was ready to try that. Still, there was a thrill in even touching Mike’s bum.Suddenly, my friend’s mouth left my cock. I guess I should have realized that was a warning.“Oh shit,” he gasped at the same time as my mouth and throat filled with his cream.I struggled to swallow it and somehow avoided both. Smooth, yet bumpy from the thick veins that road mapped up and down it. My jaw was extended to the max due to his girth, and I thanked God he wasn’t too long. Gagging on him would have done me in. He settled into a slow, steady rhythm as he fucked my mouth. Between thrusts, when his nut sac covered my eyes, I could glance over and watch as Inge and Karen swapped my load, letting it drool on their chins and breasts and licking off the congealing cream. I found myself strangely turned on by the.