I laid my head on her shoulder and held her tightly like almost a hug. I finally caught breath and asked her if I could touch her and she said “enna... venumnalum panniko.” (You may do what you wish.) I took my right hand, reached below her saree, wriggled under her blouse and woah, her right boob was in my palm. It was glorious. It was like holding dough. I could feel her nipple poking the centre of my palm. I began fondling her boob as she was rhythmically jacking my penis.I was almost at my. My Dad looked down at his crotch and saw his hardon showing. But he wouldn't stop stroking my hard cock. Jack reached down to my fathers lap and undid his belt and unzipped his shorts. My father lifted his ass off the couch himself and Jack pulled his shorts and underwear down off his legs at the same time. My fathers cock was now in full view of everyone and it was at least 10 inches long and fatter than mine. "Wow, Dad's got you beat boy. Look at that cock of his". My Dad's cock was dripping. "His words didn't mean anything to Britney. She dragged the nightstand close enough to where he hung and mounted the piece of furniture. The nightstand's uneven legs rocked beneath her and she yelped, grasping Mr. D'Angelo's body to keep from falling."Sorry," she gasped as he groaned.His arms were as burnt as his face, his fingers charred almost to the bone."Don't look," she muttered to herself, fighting the roiling in her stomach. "Just open the lock." Her sweaty hand fumbled with the key. She. To be fucked, and to have that delicious itch inside of her scratched. Katrina, seeing the intensity of Karen's arousal pulled her hand from between the girl's legs."Are you ready?" she asked her."Oh, yes!" panted Karen.Katrina rolled off of the bed and went to the dresser. Opening the top drawer she rummage through the pile of lingerie. She reached towards the back of the drawer and found what she was looking for, a combination of leather straps and a long, thin dildo. She laid the odd-.