”“Ok! You have to go to bedroom and let me check my children are sleeping first.” I went to her bedroom not believing that this was happening. H...ad she just said, ‘yes!’I sat there in the dark, nervous as hell on the edge of the bed, taking in the familiar sight of Tanuja Bhabi’s bedroom. It was difficult to feel entirely comfortable, since I’d never been here before. There was still a scent of Tanuja Bhabi herself in the air, of her daily living and personal perfume that marked this as her. Barry senses this and really start to take pleasure from what he's doing to me, giving me even more pleasure, he's pushing me along the the forest floor at this point. To my shock and horror my moans and groans join Barry's grunt, I've gotten my ruined pants down to my ankles where they're pooling around the tops of my boots. I find my hand snaking it's way up under my shirt, it slips under my bra and starts playing with my breast when I realize something is wrong. My brain registers that the. E. South Asian) descent. This is a recount of the events from my summer holidays last year. It was late August, and the weather in the Balearic islands in Spain was absolutely gorgeous. High 20's, with the sun shining brightly upon crystal blue waters and dazzling white beaches, it was the perfect antodote to Britain's dreariness! Four of us had come to the clubber's paradise of Ibiza for a long weekend of clubbing and debauchery. On that pristine Sunday afternoon, the previous night's partying. Her movie date (her boyfriend we later found out) sat next to my wife. By now I had removed my hand from my wife’s wet pussy, and I sat there thinking that maybe this couple was a pair of vice cops posing as a couple in order to catch perverts like my GF and I.“We love the show, and I am not talking about this movie.” I heard the man tell my wife. My dick was still hanging out of my pants and it was getting a bit limp, when I felt a hand that wasn’t my GF’s petting my cock. It sprang back to.