.Picture mein toh african hote hain per kisi indian kale ka lund nahin dekha…..Shaayad maza aaye….Tabhi lalaji aaye aur chai sabke samne rakh di�...�…Tub maine bola lala kya kuch strong cheez nahin hai kya….Haan hai kyon nahin….Aur woh whisy ki bottle le aaye….Hum teeno ne 4 peg maare aur phir aaraam se baith gaye sofa per….Maine naatak karna shuru ker diya ki mein sofa per he so jaata hoon…Aur mein muh ulta ker ke so gaya….Meri gf ko signal mil gaya shuru karne ka…..Woh lalaji ke saath mein baith. While I was in control of my mother, I only saw her sending a few messages, and answer two calls from my father before he got home.I didn't see anything suspicious by my mom to show to the Jim.So when my parents fell asleep, I went to get her phone again, reading all the messages from the last Friday day.I saw some messages from John, which he asked for a little more time at the end of the job, because at the morning during the way to the work it´s very "early".I also saw messages from Jim,. Just as Cindy's eyes glazed over, preparatory to passing out, my secretary orgasmed and pulled the dildo out. Cindy gasped loudly, sucking breath in desperately. When she had recovered somewhat, my secretary slapped her face again and shoved in the dildo. Once again, she held it there, rotating her hips to orgasm. Once again, Cindy narrowly avoided passing out. This scene was repeated several times. Finally, the edge taken off her lust, my secretary withdrew, letting Cindy slump to the floor,. He soon pulled the gusset to one side and began fingering me. First one long finger then when I was wet enough a second; twisting it deep inside my hole. I threw my head backwards as his rough palm began rubbing my clit and my nipples felt like they were wired to the electric mains. I couldn’t take my eyes off the beaded curtain no more than six feet away from me and the occasional flash of movement as the beaded strands fluttered open. “Uggh aggh; Ooohhh.” I panted as I felt my orgasm.