. . (I pressed) More hard. . .” My both hands started working on both the BOOBS. Ayoo. . . I cant tolerate . . telling this, pushed me little away &... looked at my eyes, expecting help to remove her nighty! We jointly removed the nighty, fully exposing unbelievably large two Mangoes covered in Black bra and her Indian belly with Panty.I started with the bra – pressing it, tickling the nipple over the bra and scratching the boobs with nails. When I started kissing her cleavage, she pressed my head. I contemplated bolting for my car, but I didn't want toshow this poltergeist the fear that was collecting in myheart. I slowly strolled back into the hallway and towardthe steps, easing my way down them and out on the porch. AsI started down the outside steps, I again had a feeling ofbeing watched, I could almost feel peering eyes coming fromthe bedroom window.I made it like I was looking around and made a quick grabfor the door of the car, only to find it locked... my keyslying inside, on the. I took my shoes off quietly and moved to the slightly open door – they were certainly having a good time! She was about the same height as me, and remarkably, wearing an identical outfit. Her skirt was pulled up to her waist and she was bent over the large desk, and his trousers and pants were round his ankles as he fucked her – she was squealing with delight and he was groaning that he was about to cum in her – she begged him to fill her cunt. I watched in fascination, and slipped my fingers. By this time the doorbell rang.“Where’s Victor?” asked Jeanette.“In the can!” said Terry, “We’d better go and sort her out.”They dispersed according to a well rehearsed plan, the two men going round the outside of the house to come up silently behind the woman, while Jeanette, with Judy behind her, went to the front door. Jeanette shouted through the closed door.“Yes?”“I’m looking for Victor Freeman,” came the reply.“Take four steps back and put your bag down on the path.”The woman looked.