. Unke muh me dhimi dhimi aawaj aane lagi… Unki saase ekdm tej hone lagi….Phir me unke boobs chusne laga blouse ke uper se hi… Maine unki saare ...nikal di… Ab woh mere samne peticoat aur blouse me thi…. Phir me unka pet chatne laga… Woh hilne lagi… Karvate lene lagi…. Maine phir unka blouse aur peticoat khol diya ab woh meri samne bar aur chadi mee thi… Woh kehne lagi ke tum bhi kapde nikal do… Maine kaha ap hi nikal dijiye…. Unhone mujhe dhakka diya aur mujhe leta diya…. Unhone phele kiss ki aur. . yes finger that asshole” he groaned. She plunged her finger inside of his asshole and began to make circles inside of him. Jim began to feel the pressure build up in his balls. This was going to be quick. Janet stuck her finger in even deeper as she was taking his hard cock back to her throat. “GGgggg” she let out a gagging sound. “Gggggggrrrgg”. Each down stroke she would gag a little then really suck hard on the up stroke. “Oh, sweetheart. Baby... Yes, I’m gooona...”. Janet felt the hot. I tried to get up but soon realized it was hopeless, I felt a thick leather strap against the back of my head stopping me from pulling my face out of the hole by keeping my chin and forehead tightly against the cushion. Ropes were tied to straps attached to my wrists and ankles which in turn were attached to the legs of the table to stop me from getting up and running away, finally there were two other straps running horizontally across my thighs and the small of my back to stop me from moving. “Do you have a swim suit?” I asked. “Of course,” Jill replied, darting back into her house. I sat down in the same patio chair and few minutes later, Jill sauntered out on to the patio, wearing the skimpiest of swim suits one could imagine. The top was about three sizes to small and barely covered her 36-D cup boobs. The bottom portion was more like a thong and provided a perfect camel-toe view of her pussy. There was not backside and I marveled at how well proportioned her ass was to the rest.