Swati was rigourously rubbing clitoris. Varsha was moaning with the sensation of my wet tongue touching her erect nipple.I asked Swati to pull out her... gown to expose her breasts. Swati immediately followed by taking her gown off. And yes, for the first time in our life, we are watching our favorite TV anchor topless! Both Varsha and I stopped making love to watch the screen.A black mole on Swati’s cleavage, which played hide and seek so many times with us when we watched Swati on TV with her. I whisper into your earthat I want you to be my slave and then I bite it … not hard enoughto really hurt, but hard enough to get you hot. You like that as much asI do. I love the look of power in Your eyes when You look back up into mygaze and hiss, "not if I make you mine first, bitch." I lean down and kissyour lips. Our tongues dance inside our mouths, twisting and tangoing, tastingand playing. I kiss you powerfully, and You kiss just as powerfully back.Hot kisses like that always make me. Her cadence quickened as her grip tightened. Oddly, she just stared at my cock as if communicating with it telepathically. Her pace quickened as she squeezed harder causing me some discomfort. Instinctively, she drew her left hand directly underneath my cock and she pulled down slightly with her still stroking right hand. I exploded at that very moment. My orgasm oozed out in ever weakening spurts. Her stroking eased a bit as she managed to catch all of my sperm with her open left hand. I took. And then Kristina looked at me and finally said, "I'm game. If you're up for another round. I mean, it's just kinda dirty and different. But well, uh, I wanted to talk to you too about this."I just looked at her and said, "I know. I heard you and Emily talking. I understand where you're coming from. I really do. It's a huge risk. I understand totally. But I'll be honest, okay? I'd like to say something too," I said."Sure," Kristina said."I like what we're doing. I don't do it with Em's mom. I.