I hum in approval as his warm flesh slips over my own. “Fuck, you’re already wet, Chanel," he states, circling my opening. “Mmhmm,” I reply ...in agreement. His body leans forward and I hear him close to my ear. “You’re wet for me?” he asks. I nod my head, the side of my face against the counter. "Say it." "I'm wet for you," I moan, and in the same breath, he’s shoved himself so far inside me I cry out in pain. “Fuck!” That’s tender. I hear him struggling for breath, then he pulls back. So It was a given that my wife was going to get wet on the ride possibly making her top a bit more form fitting as it cling to her breasts. But what I didn't count on was that the big wave that soaked her at the bottom of the big drop fortunately made her top become completely transparent in the sun light.So obviously the guys were not only having fun looking right up her skirt now, they were openly enjoying a real nice look at her nearly naked tits. Not a single one of the guys would take. My younger sister Putti who opened the door started laughing at my plight. My elder sister Manju, who came out a moment later, tried hard to suppress her own laughter and scolded Putti for not getting me a towel quickly. While Putti went in giggling to get the towel, Manju smiled at me and said, "Hi Raj! Welcome to our new home". Manju and Putti were all dressed up and ready to go for a cousin's wedding. I was supposed to accompany them. This being the wedding season, my parents and my twin. I began to spread the moisture of her juices around my entire face. My tongue repeatedly made the slow and sensual journey from her ass crack to her gradually growing clit. I slowly ran my tongue from bottom to top and finished each stroke with a kiss or suck or nibble on her clit. My lips kissed her lips.After a few minutes of this activity, Keri begged off of her phone call, hung up and allowed herself to be totally involved in the sensation I was applying to her. She moved her hands to my.