I asked her.. “Roshni.. my hands are busy and I am feeling something in my t-shirt.. can you just see what is that on my chest”.. She came in fron...t of me and than insert her hand inside my t-shirt from bottom and moved around my chest. I felt so good on that and felt her so close to me while doing that… She asked me “Is that ok now ?” I said “no.. Its still making me feel as if something is biting me”.. So she pull up my t shirt and try to see if there is any bug or something.. and than rub her. We both found it very relaxing.One day, while pleasuring Mike (we had settled into taking turns), I decided I wanted more, and I slipped my hand into his underwear through the leg-hole. Mike's breathing caught for a moment, then relaxed with a sigh as my hand settled on his dick. I explored up and down his smooth shaft, around his hairless, crinkly sack, and down to the moist cleavage below, enjoying everything. When my turn came, Mike followed suit, and from then on, our private times were. Aunty bhag kar apne ghar gayi or moch par malish kare ka tel la aayi.mujh se akar boli rashid chalo may tumay malish kar daei hu tum ko jaldi aaram ho jayga .mane aunty ko kaha may uth nahi sakta aap ko mujhe support kar naa ho ga aunty nay kaha thik hai or wo mare pass aayi or mujh ko kandhe ke bal par khada kiya auntyiji ka soft touch se kuch ajeeb sa mere body me ho raha tha .aunty nay mujhe bedroom me le gayi aur bed par sula diya aunty ne kaha beta kaha chot lagi hay aunty ko mai nai kaha. ’ Guthrie grabbed for his breeches. As he pulled them on, Constance saw a quick grin, there and then gone, flash across his face. ‘What’s the trouble down here?’ demanded the officer o’ the watch. He spied Greta in her chemise, Daisy in a blanket, the half-dressed bosun, and Constance, and floundered. ‘Who … what’s this? What is this?’ ‘We seem to have picked up a stowaway,’ Walter said with a jerk of his head at Constance. ‘As for the rest of this bloody mess, leave it to me.’ ‘Who are you,.