"In my lap facing me, unbutton your blouse."Placing a knee on each side of your hips. Slowly, I unfasten the buttons of my blouse. Which you pull from... my skirt you reach under the flimsy material, cupping my breasts, and strumming the hard points through my lacy bra. I slide my hands over your chest, enjoying the feel of hard muscles and warm skin. Slowly gliding my hands lower over ribs and lower to rippling abs.You still my hands, pulling them behind my back and crossing my wrists. I know. With a couple of kicks they both flung their shoes.Cindy and I stood stock still for a few moments, then she took my hand. "We'll be right back," she said to them, and led us into our room. With a small nervous look at me she undressed. Numbly I did too.My wife glanced at my cock. It was completely flaccid. "You okay?" she asked."That Jennifer, I..."My dear wife kissed me. "Snap out of it. ... Remember that movie, Notting Hill?" I nodded after a moment to recall. "And how I got all emotional. Then I heard Mike say, "you like what you see?". Apparently he noticed me looking at his hard 9" cock going between Debbie's perfect tits. I said "you bet."Then why don't you pull over and join us, said Debbie. Not ever being put in this situation before, I was shocked but agreed. After finding a dark quite place to park, I got out of the drivers seat and hopped in back. There before me was this beautiful women and this guy with the most perfectly shaved cock standing at attention. Debbie. She used to take care of all house hold works without hiring a servant maid. This kept her fit and slim.She would often voice her concern to her son that he looks too fat around his hip and he must work out to reduce it. But Karthik most of the time ignored her advice. But one day Karthik proposed to a girl who worked along with him in his IT Company and she rejected his proposal saying that he was too fat for her. This made Karthik to realize the importance of the words of his mother. He.