She told her name as Riya and had Punjabi origins. She lived in the same town as i and is as old as i. I liked the way she talked and she couldn’t b...elieve that i was from a non-Hindi place. I made a good conversation and i was intentionally rubbing my fore arm on her and we were unaware when her stop came and she rushed to get down. But before getting down, she took my number and we parted ways.Then after few days i got her message on whatsapp and our conversations began. I, with abundant. ‘I’m going to turn in now.’ She said, opening her sleeping bag. ‘You’re not going to sleep in your clothes are you?’ Brad asked. ‘No. I was going to take off my boots and then undress inside the sleeping bag.’ ‘That is trickier than you think. I’ll tell you what, seeing as its you, I’ll look away.’ ‘You promise not to peek?’ ‘I promise.’ He said, turning his back on her and staring into the darkness. There was the rustle of clothing being removed and then the sound of the sleeping bag zipper. He glanced and me and smiled. Then lowered his head and started to eat Anita out. She closed her eyes and had allowed that perfect stranger to give a nice tonguing. I just watched as he darted his tongue in and out of her pussy and allowed his nose to nudge against her clitoris. All the while she had her hands on his bald head keeping him in the right place. After a few minutes of this onslaught during which I could hear my sweet wife breathing becoming more ragged, she suddenly let out a. Ron doesn’t have that much anymore, at least not after a first climax. And I knew now Ron was watching. I had heard Felicia. It must have been them. Or could it have been someone else? I tried to see, but it was just too dark in the shadows. I kissed Sean softly on the cheek and made my way back to our room.Sean and Felicia“I want to show you something, Felicia.” “What’s that?” “Linda could take the entire length of my dick down her throat. It was incredible.” “How in hell could she do.