She – “Sir ye galat hai.”Me – “Aditi kuch galat nahi hai. Jo tum kar rhi thi ye dekh ke (porn dekh ke) woh galat hai. Tum mujhe pasand ho. A...gar mai tumhe pasand nahi hu toh bata do.”She – “Aap mujhe pasand ho par….”And before she could complete her sentence I forced myself on her and kissed her lips. My hands grabbed her waist. Her boobs were pressed against my chest and my cock was poking her wet pussy from the top of her salwar.She was trying to resist but couldn’t. I was forcing that smooch. The black-haired swordsman responded by grabbing her around her thighs and plunging his face deeper between her lips, eating out her pussy furiously. It was her turn to moan now, throwing her head back so that her own black curls tumbled down her back across the laces of the corset. Her body shook with the electricity that coursed through every nerve from her pussy to her fingertips and toes. She reached back behind her and twined her fingers through his hair, pulling him deeper, making him eat. Keith then lowered himself to the floor, undoing Mike’s shoes and taking them and his socks off; “Now we get to the fun part” Keith said looking up and smiling at Mike. He undid Mike’s belt buckle and the top button, then slowly lowered the zip, puling Mike’s trousers down, Mike lifted his feet so Keith could remove them.Mike was left standing in his boxer shorts; Keith ran his hands around the waistband and slowly pulled them down as Mike’s semi hard dick and balls were revealed in their nest. Peggy had been with these three guys before and maybe not all at once like this day but we trusted them and managed to get them over at times when we had excuses so that their wives wouldn’t suspect anything and the three wives were also friends but we were discrete. All of the girls hated football and was happy to send the guys over to our house to watch ball and we let them shower before heading back to their wives afterwards. Well the guys showed up early telling the wives that they wanted.